||[Dec. 23rd, 2003|09:58 pm]
The American Caliban
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Getting to and from the office was pure screaming Hell. Especially coming home. Reminds me why I mostly work from home these days, especially the part where I had to cut crosstown on Olympic and then the 10 to get the Harbor Freeway south because everyone was picking up Grandma at LAX. Plus rain, plus Holiday Stupidity Factory.
One more SUV with a wreath or a bow on it, and it’s BAZOOKA TIME.
Tomorrow we’re off to the desert for four days; updates only intermittent from now until Sunday probably.
Thanks to Lisa for the long, soft scarf and to Laura for the BAG OF STUFF, and to Susie for what looks like the best bathroom book ever.
The combination of Family Togetherness, unrequited/idiotic passion, and holiday schmaltz is having interesting effects, similar to the effect you’d get from mixing tequila, Yoo-Hoo, and diet tonic.
OFF TO DEATH VALLEY FOR CHRISTMAS