And much Christmas shopping ensued. And lo, there was an aching back and sore feet and frazzled nerves.
Anyhow. Not only was Target empty nine days before Christmas, but they seem to have forged ahead right through winter, as the winter coats were on clearance and there were five racks of bathing suits on display in the girl's department. In New York. In December.
For some reason, that annoyed me a lot more than it should have. Also on the annoyance factor was the fact that I sat through House of Sand and Fog
this morning. That movie sucked in ways I thought hadn't even been invented yet. And how many times is Jennifer Connolly going to make a movie where she has to stand on a pier and look introspective? I'm counting three right now. Well, at least she wasn't taking it up the ass for heroin in this one. Then again, that might have saved this movie. Just awful.
Where was I? Oh, shopping. Someone who has diagnosed herself with mallergy
really should stick to online shopping. From rude people to insolent children to ineffiecent/non-existent sales help, this day was in the crapper before I even stepped into Roosevelt Field mall, which is, in my estimation, the level of hell Dante forgot about.
Ok, I'm in a rotten to the core mood. More on my shopping woes and my growing agoraphobia tomorrow. I'm going to bed. At 7:21. I can still salvage this day by not killing anyone and sleep is probably the best way to avoid that scenario.
Ho, ho, fucking, ho.