Tom is Away

making christmas cookies.

after this: eating christmas cookies until i feel sick.

taking the dogs to get groomed, then picking them up and cursing as they roll around in the mud.

working.

sleep.

I gotta have this shirt.

not getting enough work done.
trying to finish 1 draft of new book-length project thing by end of christmas break.
about 14 pages written.

getting a surprisingly high number of emails from people that begin with things like, "I don’t know what happened– you promised me my papers were all going to get A’s."

writing.

eating cookie dough.

have i mentioned how awesome christmas vacation is yet?

i’m much more boring, i think, when I’m on vacation. maybe it’s because i don’t leave the house for days at a time.

reading and/or watching the simpsons.

making dinner.

god damn, that was a long trip to the eye doctor.

up early to escort my woman to the eye doctor.

working in the man cave

reading some more.

it may not mean much in the standings, but it always feels good to see the eagles beat the cowboys and injure a a bunch of players.

i can’t believe quinn’s gonna be in the damn championship again.

if he’s gonna totally continue blowing my fantasy championship, then i hope tom brady gets hit by a truck on the way home today.

i can’t believe my fantasy football season is riding on aaron stecker.