Monday, December 18, 2006

Insert anxiety here

I thought I was done with my Christmas shopping. At Lucy's house yesterday, I spied a present with my name on it.

Fuck. I didn't get a present for Lucy and Chet.

I was done! I swear, I was finished. And I was oh so proud of myself.

Oh. And then there's Meg. I was going to get Meg another present, too.


I don't even have any ideas.

Ugh. And I know what I'm getting Colin, but I haven't managed to get to the mall to pick it up.

And I was kind of thinking that we should get one more present for my mom: a pair of shoes.

Isn't Christmas in, like, a week?

Haven't I wrapped, like, nothing?

Don't I have cookies to bake?

I suddenly feel very crabby.


Amy said...

I thought I was done, too, but people at work keep bringing me little Christmas tokens and NOW I FEEL I MUST RECIPROCATE. Sigh. I hate being guilted into giving.

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