And by gainfully, I mean, painfully.
Ach = a sound of weary pain that is too tired too go all the way down the alphabet to "o" and "w" to create an "ow."
I am still typing on sister's devil laptop. How long will it take for me to post this?
Today was all about Christmas and the joy it brings. Joy here is a word which means "insanely busy and stressful moments of having five things to do at once every fifteen minutes, culiminating in me stupidly emailing my boss with a snappish comment out of frustration." Then I had to deck the halls with pots of poinsettias.
Fa la la.
Ach ach ach.
Oh, and I ran out of terracotta pots, which means hassles tomorrow morning.
At least I was able to order the holiday cards (though if I actually GET them before Christmas, that will be a bloody miracle) and the presents for our clients. Thank god for that - considering it's so very crunch time for all holiday-related orders.
Then I think of all the Christmas shopping I haven't done and that I'll have to get out a bottle of wine (*sob* and my favorite kind, a sparkling white wine is no longer sold at my liquor store) and get drunk and write out cards.
So I keep on scribbling, "I fucking love you, man," you'll understand.
Tis the season.