Uploaded a nice wintery header image. Christina needed a break, and I can’t deal with an actual Christmas image, so. Snowy wonderland, it is.

I’m trying out the tiny portable space heater we bought at Ollie’s last month. It works pretty nicely, my fingers aren’t cold at all which is just unheard of for me in the winter. Its loud as fuck, though. I can’t even listen to music, because I can’t hear it over the heater. Still. Livable temps in the basement, two thumbs up.

Another package arrived from my sister yesterday, this one just for me. Its a Barbie from the 90s, with a note that she got it at an estate sale and thought maybe I could do something interesting with it. Which…possibly? But I’m not that crazy about working with the 90s dolls, with the small, cramped face and the profile like a ski-jump and the bulky turn-waist body. I like to find my own dolls. I like to just look at one, and get ideas. I wish I didn’t sound completely stupid and ungrateful.

I also wish I had a sandwich from Panera. Maybe we’ll pick something up on the way back from the chiropractor’s this afternoon. Or maybe I’ll just crawl into bed and postpone it. Not feeling so great emotionally this morning. Or really, this week. I really hate Christmas.