christmastime

over the past 48 hours, i've consumed approximately 10 cups of coffee, a litre of baileys (in various cups of the coffee), a bottle of wine, and more food than i've had in fucking forever. i've also seen a christmas story at least 5 times through and watched maybe 8 hours of law & order: criminal intent. there was also a low moment around 2am last night when, glassy-eyed and fucked, i stumbled upon a local cable access channel playing a film loop of a roaring fireplace, which maybe i watched for more than 5 minutes in an involuntary hypnosis.

i got some delightful christmas gifts which continues to prove that technology is smarter than i am (motorola razr: 1, sarah: 0) and gave myself the gift of doing absolutely nothing today. there's a deep impression of my body that runs the length of my parents' couch, and i feel pretty good about it. i'm not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. i'd love to sit around more coffee shops with more ridiculous dudes, or on a big comfy sofa watching vincent d'onofrio solving every mystery ever because he's fucking brilliant. but i guess i'll be back tomorrow, making fredericksburg its coffee and puttering with some new toys.

merry christmas, y'all. hope it was good for everyone.