So, I drove up to Dairy Queen today to pick up a schedule for this coming week. I had already resigned myself to the fact that the majority of my time these next three weeks would be spent working, so you can imagine my surprise when my manager told me that she didn’t have any hours to give me this week. This is basically the best news I have heard in a while.
But it also means that I have to keep myself entertained for four days until Christmas. As I’m sure you have gathered (even if reading this is your only interaction with me) I have a very short attention span. Example: In the past hour I have, in this order, listened to Lady Gaga for ten minutes, read for ten minutes, trudged upstairs and tried to sit through The Santa Clause 3, got bored, and repeated the process.
So having nothing to do for the next week bodes ill for me. And as my family does not have wireless internet, that means my time on the interwebs is rather limited. If all else fails, I guess I could always try to read my chemistry textbook, which I bought back home for some unfathomable reason.
So I guess that the moral of the story is I will most likely cut myself, just to know what it feels like (I have legitimately thought about this, but more on that later). Happy Holidays!
PS. As you may know, getting new socks is one of the most exciting things that can happen to me (I am basically Dumbledore). I have two new pairs of bed socks, and they are the softest socks that I have ever worn. Okay, bye for reals this time.
Days Until Christmas: 5
Edit: I just realised that Christmas is way bigger than anything else in my Cloud of Doom. This amuses me.