Thursday, November 30, 2006

What it's like to be me

I got a great deal on a Christmas gift for my sister during my post-Thanksgiving shopping trip. I was so happy to have the "perfect gift" all set to give her.

So how does my happy story end?

I accidentally threw the "perfect gift" in the trash...and only realized it today when my mom asked me if I had a receipt for something else.

Crap.

Will I ever get it together again? Will my brain ever recover and function in any sort of normal manner? Ever?

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