Gimme some of that Christmas crack...

I just got finished listening to a voicemail message at work that was one minute and sixteen seconds long.

This, in my opinion, is too long for a voicemail message. Name, phone number and purpose should be stated succinctly. But this message was from a nice southern gentleman with an engineering magazine. And it was just so pleasant and courteous. This man was probably about fifty years old, but I wanted to jump through the phone line and cover him with kisses because it was the nicest, impersonal phone message that has ever been left for me. I'm still reeling.

I need to move down south and find me a nice, southern gentleman. Preferably a wealthy one.

In other news, it's December.

This means November is over, and I have successfully completed my NaNoWriMo. 50,000 words in a month. Less than, in my case, as I didn't start until the 7th. So, in early 2006, I plan on shopping my first novel. That's exciting.

Christmas is bearing down on us quickly. I feel ahead of my shopping now, sure, but in a few weeks, I'll be cramming for Christmas like an undergrad crams for exams. Awesome.

I desperately need some color in my skin. Maybe I'll pick some up in Austin this weekend. The high for Saturday is supposed to be 87 degrees. Austin is like another world.

One of my friends from my childhood just got diagnosed with pregnancy. I'm sending a card, which seems appropriate, under the circumstances. She is 24. My mother was pregnant with me when she was 24. I am 23. I am not getting pregnant anytime soon.

Tonight my surly roommate's mother is coming over to help me get the tree down from the attic. This will be one more speck of cheer added to our little townhouse. Already, I have added a festive table cloth and a table runner in the dining room. Also...I created my first centerpiece. It still lacks candles, but it is a wonder of artificial greens.

I'm kind of like a low budget Martha Stewart on crack. She always seems so calm.