So I guess I don't get to whine about sleeping in a cold basement anymore because when my parents read my blog they went out and bought me a space heater. Isn't that spectacular? I am lucky to have parents that would care if I were to freeze to death in my sleep. It was really starting to get bad, too. I was sleeping in a sweater with a bright orange wool scarf wrapped around my neck, and I was trying to train Obake to sleep on my feet all night. He wasn't going for it-- he prefers my belly, as I have previously indicated.
I get to pretend that I'm really busy again at work today because... It's The Busiest Shopping Day Of The Year! Man oh man, people just can't wait to spend their money on whatever the prime time news tells them is HOT this Christmas! Remember those wiggly jiggly Tickle Me Elmo dolls? They were these little epileptic muppets that someone decided to pay the news to advertise a few years ago, even though NOBODY cared about that wretched, annoying Sesame Street character anymore. But, predictably, because the news said everybody's kid was asking about them, every kid had to have an Elmo now, and people actually started to kill each other over the last one left on the shelves! Over a doll! An ELMO doll! It was awesome.
Oh yeah, by the way, speaking of Sesame Street-- My girlfriend Anna is in the doghouse for this one, but I have a game for you: La La LA LA... One of these com-ments is legitimate, oh na na na, and the rest of them are total bullshit... Can you guess which com-ment is real and which isn't? Now it's time to play our game...It's time to play our ga-ay-ame.
In which I shamelessly abuse the internet.
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