So I'm sitting here, listening to slightly less well-known (and thus, less-covered, and nowhere near as likely to exacerbate my senses by being done BADly) Christmas music, waiting on people to move stuff so we can start decorating the tree (which is probably still not going to happen anyway) and also waiting for the Farf to show up so I can do... whatever. I dunno. Something.
Hopefully something that will let me try to ignore my cold - *aCHOO* - for a while. My nose is not happy, my eyes are not happy, and I am not happy.
... And it turns out that the person we were waiting on has other stuff to do, so maybe we'll get the lights, but nothing more until quite some time later.
I didn't mean to complain at everyone like this. Ah well - I'm not exactly unhappy, it's just the usual problems.
Hopefully something that will let me try to ignore my cold - *aCHOO* - for a while. My nose is not happy, my eyes are not happy, and I am not happy.
... And it turns out that the person we were waiting on has other stuff to do, so maybe we'll get the lights, but nothing more until quite some time later.
I didn't mean to complain at everyone like this. Ah well - I'm not exactly unhappy, it's just the usual problems.