Happened yet, that is. I'd only gone downstairs to check the mail before sitting down to write this, but once I'm finished here, I will be taking my bread maker downstairs to start a loaf of bread for Manoah, and in the same vein, George had really better not call in sick tonight as well, both because I wouldn't be willing to cover for him this time, and also because I have cookies for him. Cookies for him, and some cake for Orlando, and eventually a loaf of bread for Manoah, and then tomorrow evening, more cookies for James. Most everything can be seen here, and I'm really not sure what I'm looking forward to more about giving those to them. Seeing the looks of surprise on their faces, or the slight possibility that they'll think "He did something nice for me, so now I should do something nice for him". Yeah, I know, that really isn't proper selflessness, and thinking the same thing about why I was called in to work last night led to disappointment (it was a normal 3-hour shift, aside from James buying me an apple cider from Tim Hortons), so maybe I'll just be content with seeing the looks on their faces for now. And then maybe I can get a small snack from 7-11, and make this the night I go out to Walmart around 4 and stop at McDonalds on the way home. The only thing stopping me is that I don't want very much from out there. Or rather, I don't need very much from out there, and I'm in a place this year where I don't really have any desire to go out there and just buy whatever catches my interest. Or maybe it's that I did that the first time I went. Never before have I spontaneously decided to purchase a body pillow, and walked home with it at ~4 in the morning. Not once.
Instead of sitting here thinking about what I might do though, I am off to get this loaf of bread started, and maybe get a head-start on the dishes so I can be right out the door at 9:00 later. Which I'll be getting a ride for, of course, because I do have a lot of stuff to bring in, but it's about time I started looking forward to Christmas-related things. The past couple months have been a huge mess of being depressed and not knowing what to do with myself, but at least now I can see a glimpse of what this time of the year was like for me before. Although it will become drastically different at the end of this week too, because Trish and Ericka will be arriving on Saturday, but Christmas is less than two weeks away. Speaking of which, I need to get my book proofread and published by the end of tomorrow, so maybe I would be better off staying home tonight to work on that. I'll just see what I want to do later~