Today is two days after Thanksgiving.
I had my dinner with my roommate, her boyfriend, her brother, and her brother's wife at her brother's apartment in WeHo. The food was fantastic, and we watched old SNL episodes. The sparkling grape juice was a revelation.
I bought jeans 1/2 off Friday morning, so now I own three pairs of jeans. This is a remarkable feat. Then I bought a Best of Prince album off Amazon for five bucks because I only had Kiss and 1999. I used to be afraid of Prince. I still am a little bit.
I bought China Mieville's Kraken at Bookstar in Studio City today because I had coupons and my grandma's discount card and I'm a cheap sumbitch.
I bought groceries.
My hands will smell like gingerbread pretty much for the next few months because I have a gingerbread man-shaped bar of soap. If you are wondering if it is also brown and decorated, yes.
Yesterday I put up my fake Christmas tree with a single string of lights and seven ornaments. I wrote Christmas cards today and watched a TV Christmas movie with James Van Der Beek. Now I'm writing my name into bookplate stickers for books I do not own.
Tomorrow is my father's 61st birthday.
I have retro-orbital pain. Maybe I have dengue... or a sinus infection.