I'm glad I finally picked up this album. It's never been my favorite of Vega's, but there's some songs I would end up humming and not have them. Like this one.
Saturday night I fell asleep on the couch at about 1 am. I slept there until 6. All the while, Eric had been playing Marrowind (it's evil I tell ya, EVIL). He offered the computer to me, but I wanted a couple hours in bed first. He had me wake him at noon. Then we went on a marathon shopping trip this afternoon. After Eric called Michelle and Mark to see what the nieces might want for Christmas, we headed out. First stop, lunch. This was at about 3pm and we were both feeling a bit peeky. Sandwiches at Fazoli's was followed by a trip to Walmart. Exhausting place. We bought a new mouse at Best Buy along with this album (B-day gift money from Oma and Grandpa purchased it). Then over to Borders for children's books. That might have been the end of it, but I insisted we stop at Blockbuster for a movie. I had thought Minority Report was out, but I was wrong. I settled instead for The Count of Monte Cristo. Since I've only read half of the book, I can't vouche for its accuracy. It was an okay movie, the end a little ho-hum. I also picked up, to own, Kate and Leopold (second part of B-day present from the grand parents).
Now, two movies and dinner later, I'm...tired. I ran out of tape or I'd still be working wrapping the books we bought for Lauren, Gwen, and Hailey. I need to get those sent tomorrow. And order the Nabity's "this-is-not-a-present, it's-just-cheese-and-sausage-because-you-a
Will I get back to some semblence of "normal" this week? *sigh* Maybe I'll just redefine normal. That always seems to work. Seriously, I need to get back to work on Marie II. I was thinking over a few ideas Tuesday when I was sucking at disc. I hope I still remember them. They were logical things.
PMS is getting to me. And my hands hurt like nuts tonight. I'm about ready to clap on another set of copper bracelets.
And there's a strange anxious undertone to everything. It's coming out especially in my dreams. I don't remember them particularly, but it's there. Probably just a few too many loose ends with packages winging their ways around, money being spent, and stuff split between two computers still.