It wasn’t my fault

I haven’t been able to get to my weblog because the games of Spider & Spiderette are hijacking my free will every time I go near my computer. The only solution is not to go there.

I’ve been making to-do lists for weeks on every available scrap of paper: Water tree, call doctor, buy magazine, dish soap toilet paper red pepp., cook for party, Blockbuster, find shirt, photocopies, get RMA, buy bike pump, party Sat., etc.

Whew. Almost done now. The house is scheduled for disaster recovery this afternoon. I have unwrapped presents hidden all over the house, but finding and wrapping them is my last Christmas task. Except for last minute gifts for a Sunday afternoon event, Christmas dinner planning, and cookie baking. Wait. I’ve got to go make a list.

I’ve been listening to Rufus Wainwright. The music makes me feel like crying, but in a good way.

Reading: bitter-girl.com. Makes me want to keep up. Get a better life or just be more amusing about it.

Viewing: The Good Girl. Watching the chain of action and reaction was fun, but there was something implausible about the whole that I can’t put my finger on. The store clerk from the PA booth stole the show.

Emotional state: how do people just go on and on, getting through the day, over and over again? Also, I think I have a fear of cancer. As if anyone in this house needed another phobia.

Weather outside: frightful.