Thursday, December 27, 2007
I found the latest in a long list of books I want to read soon. I wore out my eyes reading the review on the computer screen, but perhaps if I take a nap later this afternoon, I will have been motivated enough to write a thousand-word purpose statement. When April and her loverboy arrive from Austin tomorrow, they will be tasked to help me expand and revise the midterm paper I wrote for the Roman satire class last spring.
As anticipated, I have gained weight and avoided completing any projects this holiday season. I had Christmas dinner with a friend, Marilyn, after we watched her grandkids open presents. Marilyn and I had exchanged gifts two weeks earlier, but she surprised me with a colourful coffee mug she found at a gift store. It holds chocolate milk nicely.
I missed seeing my siblings again this year, for I have no money for rent, let alone travel. They post pictures of themselves on their MySpace pages, so at least I have an idea of what they look like.

My older sister, Ashlea, sent me an iTunes giftcard. I gave her four bars of soap with the letter "A" (for "assbitch", not "Ashlea", as one might presume) carved out of them.

For Michael Aaron, a copy of Voltaire's Candide.

Kailey Marie got Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse, which I read in high school.

Eddie Bob, the fifteen year-old baby of the family, received a set of Mexican train dominoes.
Now I must run errands.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:20 AM]