Good morning.

I'm working late for a coworker, and I pretty much hate it. A whole lot. I'm sleepy, and cranky.

I also have to go backto Sanford today so that I may get my awesome hat back. I have desperate hopes that I can get the smell of patchouli out of it. This may prove to be futile, and it will have been a lost cause. But that will not stop me from trying.

My sister stopped by last night and went to get some sleep at about four this morning. Which means that she's been sleeping for naught but four hours and some change.Which means that it would be rude of me to call her just to entertain me while I"m here stuck at the desk with that horrible man who wears too much cologne and his ugly children whom I will smile at while I type this.

Ha. This guy just had his daughter come up and when he tried to kiss her forehead she grunted and pulled away. He asked me if I loved my dad, and I just smiled because I realized that telling guests that my father is dead probably is not the best way to start a conversation that involves me smiling and nodding.

My mom called me because she's freaking out about buying people christmas presents. Good news: I'm getting the bowling shoes I want. I just have to pretend I'm surprised when I open them. Bad news: She totally made me think I was getting the Doc Marten boots I've wanted for forever before telling me she hasn't the money for them. Unless she is fucking with me. I hate when she does that. Except I love it.

Another hour and a half. Yay.