trilobyte

So, due to some fucked up family drama, it's looking like I'm going to have to make some mad dashes into stores and wait in bank lines and possibly even have to fuck with the post office on the afternoon of the Friday before Christmas, or on Saturday morning. My christmas grocery shopping will probably consist of two aisles... booze and mixers.

All my best counter-measures for insomnia seem to be failing at the moment, as well. So my sleep schedule is not only all kinds of backwards, it's not doing me much good at the moment. *shakes fist*

Well, there's stuff to get done and the many levels of hell that is retail holiday traffic to play in, so I'll be off...

~Trilo~