On the twelfth hour, the shopping maven rests.

We had another guiltless parting with money day. Necessary items though! Check this: I bought eight shirts and a pair of jeans at Burdines for $125. I got a pair of Levi's corduroys at Ross for $7.99. This, I felt, allowed me to splurge on the Gap jeans that make my legs look a mile long, the wireless internet card and optical tracking mouse (for the record, my old trackball one is all but resting in peace), and praise be! 120 gig external hard drive has been achieved and they're liars and fools all, because *both* my computers, despite being two years old, have USB 2.0 ports. He is shiny and fast and glorious in all ways. He already feels like family, a godchild perhaps. Names will be pondered.

Dude, that Al Roker interview on Conan? That is le bon crack. Everyone would be well-advised to TiVo it next week.

In other news, Lance wins both Biggest and Most Handsome Dork for the third year in a row, JC remains the most talented, Justin has amounts of class most people shouldn't even bother aspiring to, Joey is most probably in the running for best daddy, and Chris couldn't care less what I say anyway, but I think he's snarky cool.

(Mostly Rhetorical) Question of the Day:
Why do we slash the ones we love? It seems so counterproductive. I mean, I'm not the Mary Sue-ing kind, but that just somehow makes more sense than what we do instead. Lord knows I wouldn't give them angst before making them happy. *g*

And now, packing! I am a barrel and a half all by me onesie, don't you know.

The time had to come.

Made a bit of a slow start of things today, but Miranda rang me at 12:30 which picked me right up. I got back to packing.

And packing.

And packing.

...

Yep, still packing.

However! Mum and I left at 8:15 pm, a whole hour's improvement from last year! Now, to the casual observer, and granted not entirely without merit, this would seem entirely undeserving of praise. Miranda's immediate reaction when I called to tell her we were off - "Ooh, progress!" She understands, man.

And I finished all three of my driving mixes. Oh yeah, baby. I scoff at five hour drives with all that in my arsenal.