I probably won't be posting regularly for the next few days. A combination of holiday stuff that needs to be done, and my nefarious attempt to get into grad school, I'm afraid.

Yesterday I accompanied Godfrey at his company Christmas party. I can always count on that annual event driving home how little I fit in with the rest of the world at large. No interest in having children, or meaningless small talk...thank gawd for the Food Network and the vagarities of Emeril. (I still can't decide if I like him, his food sounds good but that "Bam!" gimmick is enough to drive you nuts most of the time.)

We put up the Christma$ tree, complete with cat-proof ornaments on the bottom tier. Still don't have the spirit, all I pick up on is the pressure of having to be perfect, buy perfect gifts, buy buy buy buy buy buy. Right when I'm broke and my "check engine" light has reared its ugly illuminated self. Again. I'm afraid that all my friends with December birthdays are going to have to wait until January for their gifts. I was hoping that I could get into the holiday mood by making cookies, but ran out of time, hopefully tomorrow Bake Fest 2003 will commence. Speaking of the Food Network, they have e-mailed me some tasty-sounding cookie recipes to try.

Meanwhile, I've learned that I need to have at least 15 pages on my writing sample. I've cracked 10. This stupid thing needs to be finished in early January. I also need one more letter of recommendation writer for my cause. Wheeee!