Ho Ho Holy crap, I'm tired

Well, Christmas season is once again upon us. If my posts over the next five weeks suddenly start making a lot less sense (I'm sure it's possible, though possibly not probable, bibble-babble) you will know that it is due to the SIX DAY WEEKS that start next week and include people who have to buy something for their wife but do not know the jewelry she likes, stones she likes, amount of money to spend, et al; people who CAN'T BELIEVE THAT EVEN THOUGH CHRISTMAS IS A WEEK AWAY WHY CAN'T I GET A RING MADE ESPECIALLY FOR ME AND THEN HAVE IT SHIPPED TO DELUTH SO THAT I CAN PROPOSE CHRISTMAS EVE OMG!!!1!; people who are pissed off that the very expensive watch they bought six years ago is suddenly losing time because why on earth would anything mechanical or battery operated break down after six years of continuous use *stabitty stab stab* (though to be fair that's a year-round complaint); other people who are insane.

And all Christmas - excuse me, Holiday - music all the time.

Don't get me wrong. I like this time of year. But Jeebus on a Pogo stick is it crazy.

I started this post with something I meant to talk about. But I can't remember what.

OH! I remember!

*pause to skritch a chin as someone is subtly trying to persuade me by resting said chin on my hand while I type*

Anyway, I went to FYE to see about getting a season of The Office which is totally growing on my and while they didn't have seasons one or two (which is kind of what I wanted) they did have Arrested Development as a buy one season GET ONE FREE!!! YAY! So I impulse buyed and I'm pretty sure that I could get two seasons for 20 clams each which is, essentially, what I did. But getting it tonight has the added bonus of instant gratification so I think I win.

Woo!

Also, I might take my computer to the doctor tomorrow, just for a check up. I might end up losing all of my bookmarks for the greater good.

How do I prevent that from happening, short of copying them all down which will take hours and hours and cause a hand cramp?

Tonight I went to happy hour for a bit (doubly happy as I don't have work tomorrow *clings to last day of freedom*) and D was there and ended up getting a text from a girl who works for him.

Text said: Do you want to know what I'm wearing tonight?
D said: Huh? Well, I didn't really think about it but sure? ???
Text said: Oh. My. God I am going to die (or something of the like)

And this is why I don't have my boss's cell number programmed into my phone.

The end.