IT'S THE MOST !@#$%*! TIME OF THE YEAR

Mood: Jolly
Listening to: The voices saying I need to go to sleep.

What's the frequency, Santa?

Holy shite. I just realized the counter thingy says 80 days. 10 days ago it was at 90 days and I was freaking out about that too. 90 days is a grace period, it's a trial period... it's one of those short long stretches of time that goes either way too fast or way too slow. It's all so real sometimes, and then other times it manages to slip my mind for awhile. I think I sleep pregnant thoughts.

Amongst other thoughts, but pregnant dreams are always fun.

Rob is out west visiting family for the week. He'll be back on Tuesday. I'm going to Minot this weekend to see Gavyn walk and to see Dad & family for Christmas. I'm really looking forward to getting out of town for a few days. I even cleaned up the place a little bit just in case someone comes to see the apartment while I'm gone. I hate looking like a total slob.

Other than that, I've got nothing really. I need to shower and get some sleep and I should really get to that since I have the motivation.