Shit! Fuck shit! Shitting fuck!

For something like twenty minutes this morning I walked into and out of my living room, grabbing various things from my bedroom as I remembered them. Gloves. Scarf. Dice. Book. Every time I entered the living room I glanced over at my bag of presents and said to myself, "Ho ho, yes I have not yet forgotten the bag of presents, there it is. It is there, clearly visible so that I will not forget it. Presents, presents, presents."

Guess where the bag of presents is now?

So, this means I have to swing home before D&D tonight ... or leave presents until next Monday (maybe next weekend, I don't know). One will make me half an hour later to geek, and the other will make presents a whole week late. What do people think? Will there be geek next Monday? Is it too close to Christmas? TELL ME! TELL ME NOW!

In other news, I heard Ozzy and his daughter's Christmas song ("Changes") in the car this morning. It's currently number one in the popular hit parade. Jesus, it's bad. I don't know a great deal of Ozzy, and nor have I ever heard the original version of the song, but it was just this bland, bland saccharine ballad duo hell song thing. I could not believe it was him. Dear God, Ozzy, no. What have you become? A half-hearted attempt to relaunch his daughter's flagging pop career, looks like.

This is the basement. Want to see the furnace?

Just stuck my neck out and joined just_writing. First piece is about a ... oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise.