Tired. Shouldn’t be, but am.

I have decided that since I am apparently being ignored, I’m just gonna not even bother. Maybe its not on purpose, probably its not, but it makes me sad and upset and lonely during a time when I’m pretty much feeling those things full force, anyway. I don’t need it. So, yes. I am going to try to just not even put myself in a spot to be tempted to bug them.

And I say “try” because I am generally much more successful if I simply aim for trying, then if I say I absolutely am. *shrugs* I just can’t keep to proclamations, I dunno why.

I do want to shop, though. I’m trying not to. But I really want to.

On a happier note, Buble’s supposed to be on TV today. Sadly, on Oprah, and with Tony Bennett and like, an assload of other people, but! Buble! And one of those others with be Groban! And Buble and Groban are the most adorable thing when they’re together, ohmygod. Hopefully I will actually remember to watch it when its on.

Need to get Christmas presents for Jen and Amelia. No ideas at all for Amelia. And James stuck a couple of things on for Jen when he sent us his list, but its like, gift cards for stores that I refuse to enter, and a blanket thing that is A) kind of expensive, and B) on backorder. I couldn’t help but notice that his list was three times as long. Which leads me to believe that he didn’t actually ask her what she might want, but simply listed whatever he could think of that he knows she generally likes. Which makes him sound like a self-centered asshat, but…he kind of is, so.

The mother unit keeps saying I should make something for Jen. Which…what? Dude, I did a couple of boxes for people back in May, and suddenly I’m Lord of the Craft? And when have I EVER conceived and executed a craft project in two weeks? I’m still working on Raven after a fucking year, and I knew what she was supposed to look like before I ever decided to make her. It always amazes me how the people who’ve known me the longest are also apparently the people who have never, ever met me.