I Cannot Believe This . . .

But I actually find myself admiring Traever's ability to get out of speeding tickets . . . you could write a book about it, like a kind of "how to" book. They are very popular. It would have to have some kind of guarantee, like if I get a speeding ticket then I get my money back, something like that, but I would probably buy it.

I am very tired. I am so tired that I am sick. It's that run-down kind of sick and I hate it. It makes me absolutely worthless. And you can all save your little jokes and comebacks for that last line because I have already thought of every single one of them and they aren't even clever so there.

Here is what I want for Christmas:
- books (but not "Blood Meridian" because I am going to buy that myself as soon as I get my next paycheck)
- Poirot movies
- maybe some clothes, or just a gift card to the mall or something
- shoes
- more books
- this antique tea pot that I found at "Gridley Antiques" (for some reason I love it with all of my heart)
- various other things

I think my favorite Christmas present was my snowboard . . . or else Band of Brothers or maybe the watch my sister gave me. I don't know.

I hope that it snows instead of raining all winter. Cold rain is hard to deal with, even for someone like me who loves cold weather. Also, the heater in my car is broken. Morning drives are not cheerful, let me tell you.