2002-12-26

Well, Santa was good to me this year. My parents gave me an $80 gift card at Chapters, so I got to geek out like a kid in a candy store today. I got me some David Sedaris, an E. M. Forster, the one Bronte novel I haven’t read, a biography of George Eliot, and a D. H. Lawrence, so woo! It’s going to be an action-packed couple of weeks! Plus I still have enough left on the card for one more book – or THREE from the bargain classics section. (I’m thrifty like that.) Score. My “to read” pile was actually looking a bit anemic there for a while, but today’s decadent little spree and a couple of charitable donations from friends over the past few weeks have given it a real shot in the arm and it’s back the way I like it, threatening to crash through my floorboards.

So, yesterday didn’t exactly turn out to be the high-brow oasis I’d envisioned. Because, um, there was a “Trading Spaces” marathon on TLC. What’s a girl to do? I ended up sprawled on the couch all day, eating Tofutti Vanilla Almond ice cream out of the tub and screaming things like “TULLE LAMPSHADES?! Sweet screaming baby Jesus, didn’t they teach you anything in fag school?” (See? I had a little Christmas thang going on with my profanity there. Who says I can’t be jolly?)