I am a horrible human being, because every time I go Christmas shopping I end up buying something for myself.
Yesterday I took my sisters Christmas shopping in the afternoon after sleeping for awhile.
I’m a terrible, disorganized Christmas shopper. Unlike some people (ahem, Sammi) who walk into a store knowing what they want for each person and where it is, I wander around aimlessly for hours looking for something that “speaks” to me.
What “spoke” to me first yesterday was the $9.95 sale tag on The Polyphonic Spree CD at the Record Exchange.
So I had to buy it. For me.
Then we went to Target and Wal-Mart and I picked up a few things, but I also picked up the Christmas spirit, finally, if “Christmas spirit” is synonymous with “murderous rage and hatred for all mankind.”
After several more stops and a driving pattern around town that made no logical sense whatsoever, I think I’ve finally finished my Christmas shopping. Maybe. If I don’t decide in the next few days that all the stuff I’ve chosen sucks and go get more gifts to make my sucky gifts look like part of a bigger plan, which I have been known to do on more than one occasion.
Now I just have to get it all wrapped. And I totally suck at wrapping gifts so I shall be enlisting the help of my wrapping-gifted sisters on this matter.
In other news, I feel like crap and I may go home early today. But not before lunch, because lunch will be good.