Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Ooh! Shiny!
I have no attention span, apparently. I just sit and stare vacantly into space with a big, stupid grin on my face. Sarah made me a CD. It's really sappy and very sweet and I totally cried when I got to about the fifth song.
We have made solemn promises to ourselves and each other that we will be productive and not talk to each other tonight until 11. She has a zine to work on, and I have Christmas cards (which will probably arrive sometime mid-January) to write.
I've been trying to decide whether to go with the impersonal approach for the people I don't know very well, i.e. "Love, Hannah" or the insincere approach :"I miss you guys so much. [I'm such a bad liar.] Hope you have a great holiday. Give my love to the kids [how many are there again? more than one, I hope, or I will sound like a total idiot.] Will write more soon. [Yeah. Sure. If next Christmas counts, maybe.] XOXO, Hannah."
I'm leaning toward impersonal, because at least it's faster, and, well, I don't have the greatest track record with correspondence. It's astonishing enough that I actually bought the cards and got them all addressed in a (fairly) timely fashion.
Also, I have lots of gift ideas for some people and none at all (not even bad ones) for others. And I am so screwed. Because all I seem to think about is Sarah. And I just can't bring myself to feel bad about it. She sends me cool packages in home-made envelopes and writes me letters and compliments me until I blush and I'm sure you have all developed gaping cavities by now, and yeah, sorry about that, but wow. I'm just so happy. Life is good.
We have made solemn promises to ourselves and each other that we will be productive and not talk to each other tonight until 11. She has a zine to work on, and I have Christmas cards (which will probably arrive sometime mid-January) to write.
I've been trying to decide whether to go with the impersonal approach for the people I don't know very well, i.e. "Love, Hannah" or the insincere approach :"I miss you guys so much. [I'm such a bad liar.] Hope you have a great holiday. Give my love to the kids [how many are there again? more than one, I hope, or I will sound like a total idiot.] Will write more soon. [Yeah. Sure. If next Christmas counts, maybe.] XOXO, Hannah."
I'm leaning toward impersonal, because at least it's faster, and, well, I don't have the greatest track record with correspondence. It's astonishing enough that I actually bought the cards and got them all addressed in a (fairly) timely fashion.
Also, I have lots of gift ideas for some people and none at all (not even bad ones) for others. And I am so screwed. Because all I seem to think about is Sarah. And I just can't bring myself to feel bad about it. She sends me cool packages in home-made envelopes and writes me letters and compliments me until I blush and I'm sure you have all developed gaping cavities by now, and yeah, sorry about that, but wow. I'm just so happy. Life is good.
