Life in general

For all of you, who desperately desire another epistle from my tap-dancing fingertips, here is the latest post, "hot off the press" as it were.

Having much to write and little time in which to do so, I will shorten my narrative to the "good parts" version. Also, instead of beginning at the beginning I have decided to begin at the end and tell my tale back to front (chronologically speaking). And now to begin (erm, end).

After Christmas (which, by the way, has not yet come) I am hoping to visit Madonna and her family in Maryland. Madonna has been going through some rough times lately and I'm hoping that we can spend some time talking and maybe I can help her out a little. Of course I am also excited at the prospect of seeing her again as I miss Madonna & Co. very much. *sigh* we’ll see.

Next off: I have so much stuff going on with Christmas that I'm about out of my mind!!! I have gifts half-got and half-baked and half-thought; I may go mad with the strain of it all. I wish I could just tell everyone that I don't want anything for Christmas and they needn't bother. Then I wouldn't be obliged (not that I mind getting things for people, I just don't have the funds for it at all and I always end up spending way too much money)to buy them presents either.

I miss the good 'ol days when I had a job and didn't care how much money I spent and I miss the even better days when I was just a kid and didn't have to worry so much about it. *sigh again* But now I've gotten off-topic.

So, the good news is I'm making some money by working all next week (except for Monday, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day). The bad news is that I'm only working 3-3.5 hours a day and so, am only earning about $22 dollars for every day of work.

POOP.

I worked this afternoon and afterwards went to a Christmas party given by a new business that my family is getting involved in: USANA (also the makers of the nutraceuticals Dad takes for his back that have helped him so much). The party was interesting. A vet I knew from the RCBC Seminars a few years back (he was actually a vet student at the time) was there with his wife and he and I got caught up on several interesting tidbits of information. I learned that another vet that I know of, Dr. Scott Echols, is also in the USANA business. Very odd these coincidences (if that's what you could call them).

Anywhoo, This post is getting longer and longer and boringer and boringer (if there is such a word, which I fear there is not) and I feel the necessity of sleep displaying itself more and more prominently upon the insides of my very, very heavy eyelids and also in the increasingly leaden tapping of my clumsy fingers.

So, without further adieu and without further tapping, I shall carefully inspect the said lids until I have determined the source of this unfathomable lethargy.