Already a little bored

You know that really awful lethargy that comes over you when you're bored? You can sleep for twelve hours, get and and run around for two, and then you're exhausted again. It's the most crippling thing about time off.

Maybe it's just that I'm catching up on sleep lost over the quarter, but honestly, I don't think I lost that much. Maybe it's that I usually have an espresso drink of some sort right when I start my day, and I haven't had any since I came home. Maybe I need to hit the gym (probably part of it). Who knows. But once you get that lethargic, say goodbye to at least the first week of break. Where does all the time go?

I was looking forward to seeing all the old peeps on Friday at Pacific Place, but alas, HNA was cancelled because of wind conditions and I haven't seen the old teachers or friends that I miss quite yet. Bummer. AND I haven't done any Christmas shopping yet. Now, as much as I'd love to say screw commercialism, one must actually buy gifts for those in her life. And the longer one waits, the more one is fucked.

But I refuse to go to the mall unless it's ABSOLUTELY necessary, damnit. The mall is a black hole, where all sense of self, personal values, and restraint are sucked away in a flurry of pretty colors and lights, trying to convince you that all the pretty things will give you value and make you happy.

Please. I made my friends at school fudge for Christmas, and they and I were quite happy about it. It's the spirit of giving and thoughfulness that counts, not the massive amounts of useless crap that you shower your loved ones with. Screw the mall. And the hoards of people and parking issues alone are enough to make you want to throw up your hands and yell, "Humbug!"

In short, I should get my ass to a yarn store so that I can put this lethargy to work. If I'm sitting still, at least I can knit presents while I do it.

In other news, I babysat for my Confirmation sponsor's children last night. It's insane-- I started watching their kids when there was only one kid-- Bryan, when he was about 8 months old. Now he's 8 years old. Christ, I was 13 then. Now they also have Emilie, who is 5, and Kayleigh, who is just over a year old. So I can carry on a conversation with the older two, both of whom I held soon after their births. Crazy. Who said any of them were allowed to grow up?