2004-12-28 - 1:40 p.m.
Mmmmmm, holidays. I ate too much and drank too much and spent too much money, and now am cancelling my New Year's plans. I'm afraid to tell Meyer and Liesel, so if either one of them reads this, I can't come to Chicago. I'll give personal phone calls today, but maybe this will soften the blow (because I'm convinced that most things I do are blow-worthy).
My mom made all of the Gehlsen children cookbooks. Molly got a violin. My uncle Jack gave me a Dukes of the Stratosphere CD. The only person (other than my uncle Jack) who knows who they are is Chad. Go figure. Tessa is beautiful. Like a angel.
I got drunk last night. Like a angel. Riddle me this: Sending Christmas emails--action-packed correspondence OR irritatingly removed?
