"And I've Written Pages Upon Pages..."

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I never, never, never want to see chocolate or shortbread ever again in my life. Four batches of shortbread equals one hundred and twenty cookies, four batches of truffles equals ninety of them. I feel positively ill.

The truffles are fun, though. Are a recipe I adapted; it doesn't really follow the original at this point. So the recipe is wrong, strictly speaking, which is always fun--! I'm going to be the sort of person who lends out recipes happily and then gets confused when people say they didn't end up anything like mine.

At any rate, now all these things need to be divided into five gift packages and wrapt.

I may be pulling an all-nighter at this point.

By the way, is very difficult to remove one's jewellery with one's teeth.

Also that I only used two-thirds the required butter for the shortbread, and they came out fine, which makes me happy.

You know, if I don't make it into pre-med school, I can always open a bakery.

"I'm an Engine Driver..."

...I am so. incredibly. tired.

...and our fire alarm is going off. Excuse me, please.

edit: that was the teakettle. it was left on the stove when there wasn't any water in, and it's burnt out. i think i shall take an aspirin or five. ahahaha christmas spirit -- i'm fine, really. :D but i really need to go to sleep, and that is not an option, so i think i will be wrapping more christmas presents and doing more cleaning

kthnxbai.

"Maybe, Baby, You'll Be True..."

Every single year I can never think of something to get Aunt Jean until the last moment, and then I have to run around in a squawking panic. Well, this year I was very conscientious and made her truffles and shortbread along with everybody else, very carefully got a pretty tin for her and everything, and then found out that.

a) she is diabetic
b) I forgot to get a gift for Paula and Rob.

I'm giving them her gift, then, but now I am back to not having any idea what to give her. And she is coming in ten minutes.

;___________________; Life hates me.

Also I am trying desperately to get Uncle John's mix CD done before he comes. Gahhh.

I want to be in Tennessee.

Edit: Am giving her my pretty new stationery, with the lavender envelopes. I hope that will be all right.

"She Cries, and You Want to Hold Her..."

Uncle John gave me an opulent shiny! Now I look like Olivier!Horatio! Except, you know, I don't. BUT. I have a circle-shaped gold shiny! ^_________^


...Why, yes, I am updating in the middle of our Christmas party. Shhh.

Nothing else of note, I think. I still want to go to sleep and die. But I am exceedingly happy about my shiny.

---Ohhhhh. And Daddy gave me a book about Shakespeare the year he wrote Hamlet. Eeeeeeee. My goodness. ♥

"I Can't, I Can't, I Can't Stand Losing..."

I am so tired it is breaking me. I'm going to do my last hour and fifteen minutes treadmilling and then go right to bed. But Melinda gave me pajamas for Christmas! Soft, soft blue ones. So I will go to bed and dream soft, soft blue dreams.

I feel faintly delirious.