I pray my wish will come true

I braved Target on a Saturday morning during the holiday season. I want my medal, damn it. Of course, I misunderstood Dad and thought he was coming in, so I hovered around the front of the store until the heat finally drove me off in search of shiny things so I could get the fuck out. I know, know, know I've mentioned this before, but our Target is obviously a little subsidiary of Hell, and as such, it has no proper heating or air conditioning. The heating isn't a problem, except maybe at night in January [and that's a big maybe] because they cram so many people in there, so if it's ever cold there, I've yet to experience that joy.

Upon returning home, I realized that I managed to buy lots of little things for me, but very little for other people. Oops? I bought Jackie's gift, though I still have to fill it with stuff. I bought something for Thomas, some stocking stuff for Mumsy, and looked for things for Ari, Tracy, and Joan [well, other people as well] but kept striking out. So I did try... I just didn't try as hard as I should have, I guess.

Which means with a couple of exceptions, people are getting gift cards this year. I know, it shocks a lack of creativity or thought, but damn it, some years you just know you aren't going to find the perfect gift. These years depress me in some ways, because I love finding that gift that says, "YES! I was created just for..." but I get tired of searching in vain. I've still got a couple of places left on my list, but mostly I'm going to the gift card side. This year. Which feels a little funny, because unless someone asks for one, I feel it's a cop out. Then again, I love getting gift cards, so my freakish inner gift giving demon will have to shut the hell up.

...An hour or so later, I still rail at the idea. Bah! Maybe tomorrow then. I have a date with lasagna.