Why Do I Just Keep Telling You Everything That I'm Doing?

So you know how I said you'd never have to hear about my contest again? Yeah, I totally lied.
Cause I have to announce the winners!

Prunella de Ville! You're a winner!
PsychGrad! You too!

I need your addresses and I will send you your superultrafabulous prizes!

Moving on.

So I have this reputation with my friends of being this social butterfly. (Along with a few other things, but let's leave those rumours alone shall we?). Anyhow, in my little mind it's not true. I feel like I'm pretty hermit-like. Nothing makes me happier than getting home at 5:30 each day. Puttering around in my sweats, playing on my computer until TV starts. Going to be at 9:30 cause apparently I'm 80. Bliss.

This week?
Tonight: I went to my person's since I haven't seen her in a couple of weeks and she's due to have a baby like any second now.
Tomorrow: Remember this post? Well, since he won the comic book contest and is soon to be all famous, I thought I would catch up with him in hopes that he remembers me when he's all famous. Maybe he'll cast Jensen Ackles as Blake Undying????
Wednesday: in theory a night at home, but actually prepping for a super important scrapbooking night on Fri.
Thurs: Great Big Sea!! One of my darling ex co-workers got tickets and asked me to go. Yay! For all my foreign readers who have never heard of them. Here's a taste of the joy that is GBS.



Friday: Aforementioned scrapbooking night. Step-sister bonding. Making Christmas presents for my Dad & brother.
Saturday: D2. I haven't seen him on over a month and I must hear about his latest stalker stories. He totally has some married woman dying for him. Both painful and hilarious (well if you're me anyways).

So yeah - while this is all glorious, it's also a wee bit painful. I mean I really like my sweats. And couch. And bed by 9:30.

This is WAY tarnishing the hermit rep that I'm trying to produce to counteract the butterfly thing. What's up with that?

And what the hell is up with two posts in a row where I simply recount everything I'm doing? Ok, I promise more girly fluffiness next time. Any suggestions? Photos of my gift wrap maybe? I could talk about my hair? Brood about boys? Maybe another photo essay proving that I can cook again? I can show you how I make my gourmet tuna melt?

xoxox