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My mother's day gift finally arrived. I'm not sure 'finally' is the word I should be using, but it feels like it took forever to ship. Now, if only my Gossip Girl goodness would show up, I could stop stalking the mailman. Well, for this week anyway.

I'm weirdly tired and also not. Part of me is exhausted, and I suspect that part is the one whispering "six hours of not so great sleep is NOT ENOUGH" but I'm fairly certain that even if I went to bed right now I wouldn't be able to sleep just yet anyway. My brain is awake. Stupid brain.

On the plus side, dinner was a success. Always good to know that when you're dragged forcibly from your relatively comfy bed that your efforts are appreciated.

I need super pretty wrapping paper. Since I didn't buy the super fabulous gift and went with three nice [but not fabulous] gifts instead, I need to up the wrapping paper goodness. I don't think work will be much help, so I guess I'll have to either sweet talk my brother [doubtful] or... venture out this weekend. And the genius who decided that I should work nine days in a row? Yeah, I'll be kicking him in the shins.

( work woe )

Sigh. It could be worse. As it is, I think I'll just ignore the impending doom.