The bad thing about procrastinating for gifts, aside from getting smushed together with all the other crammers, is that you really feel the money diminishing. It's like this big ka-blam of hey, the money's gone. The big price of being unprepared. Having no list and bad memory is a really evil combination. It's either I double-buy gifts for some person, or totally forget someone. Nevertheless, I've gone totally overboard on budget. I didn't have time to go to-and-from Divisoria. So I'm stuck scouring the available bazaars for available gifts fitting (hopefully not force-fitting) people I remember to give gifts to at that moment.

But the good thing about whatever's happening is -- I am very, very happy wrapping the gifts. It's like some form of meditation. Just with a resulting backache or stiff neck. But I swear, I will be entirely content if I was just some gift-wrapper lady in some bookstore.

I played Santa distributing the little gifts this morning. And it was a happy morning. Even if it was a Monday.

Now I have to think of what to cram for the rest of the people. Like my mom. My dad. My sister... *sigh*. Santa will be sooo not proud of me.

I don't know how it happened. But even with this word verification thing on, there's this packing spammer invading my comments. And it's the longest collection of nonsense ever. I actually don't mind deleting it. But dammit it's longer than a healthy tapeworm. I deleted one from the comment box of this post last night. And this morning, wahey guess what? The same post now has a brand new spanking packer spam comment!

Is it because I haven't switched to Blogger Beta? What's the deal with this thing? We are not safe!!!

I have turned on the comment moderation option, in the hopes to control this thing. I hate the concept of having to moderate anything. I hate the idea of adding steps. But if it helps moderate stress levels, I'm going to give it a go.

Apologies in advance to those who like seeing their comments instantaneously.

I'm kinda on this not-here-nor-there plane. Like, it's Christmas but you don't have the spirit. Or like being optimistic but really just sarcastic. Dreading doom but at some point you don't really care. The best approach I think is really, to condition yourself to just be void of expectations. Even if you know there's failure, there's some impending curse or what have yous. Just be all WHAT THE HELL. Everything moves on. The world will turn. Yada, yada, yada. Stress and de-stress. Go shopping. Buy shoes. Kill people (I wish).

Oh yah, the new camera is locked and loaded. Maybe I'll lug it around on the weekend. For those waiting for the shots, hope you are patient. It will take a while for me to finish and process the roll.

Just so we're all in the same page, let's not have any expectations.

I received a note from the post office the other day. The camera, it is there! The bummer thing about it though, is that I need to pick it up from their office. And it's only open on weekdays! Argh. The agony of waiting. So near and yet so far! I hope my dad can pick it up today. He said he would. I'm really praying he doesn't forget. Dory-ness runs in our family.

Sometimes I feel sorry for Monday. Everyone hates it. Like, dreads it to the core. It's like dubbed as the universal impending doom. It's the weekly end-of-the-world. When the alarm rings on Monday mornings, we don't feel as heavy and inwardly disgusted as the other days.

We don't feel the same about any other day of the week. Garfield doesn't hate Wednesdays. It's just a sorry coincidence that Monday ends the weekend. That it's when everything usually blows up in your face as the problem you'd have to solve for the rest of the week. It's the day when heart attacks happen the most. An officemate of mine had a heart attack on a Monday. When Sunday comes, everyone's like, oh no it's a Monday tomorrow. And for some reason, we don't get tired of groaning and whining the same way every week of every year in so far that consciousness hit us in the head.

Who do we blame for feeling the same about Mondays? School? Work? Well, unless you grew up absolutely loving school and work to insane unconditional pieces. I don't know. I mean, do unemployed people dread Mondays? How about those kids schooled at home? Personally I think Monday should file a case against school and work. For making it look so bad.

I bet Tuesday is feeling nice about it's position. It's like, neither here nor there. So you can't really get mad at it. But, if our week started on a Tuesday, would we feel the same way about it? Would the hatred be automatically passed on?

At the state I'm in though, I don't know if I'd feel better being Monday, or being in a Monday. Because if I'm Monday, I can't just be like... fuck you all, that's not my problem. I'm just the day you're in. I don't freakin' care.

Okay, forget it. I'm not sorry for Monday anymore.