I'm going to miss my stagecraft class. Paco, Ladybird, Kitty and Caliban, etc. It's amazing how well you get to know people when you build sets together.

I'm buying Ladybird's bike, which is green and gorgeous and remarkably inexpensive. Considering I haven't had a new bike since fifth grade and can't drive worth beans, this pleases me greatly.

Had Thanksgiving dinner at a hotel. Got to rescue the maternal grandmother from a malicious elevator door.

Am going skiing in late January. Will probably some to a terrible end on the bunny slope, despite Paco's claim that he'll make me a master in minutes. As Paco is an arms dealer of sorts, I'm not sure whether to humor him or try to gracefully get myself out of this.

I'm wearing fuzzy slippers and How the Grinch Stole Christmas pajamas. Next person who gushingly tells me I look cute gets The Three Faces of Eve chucked at them. On the other hand, no; I'm not done with that one yet... Reviving Ophelia, then; no great loss there.

Yes, I'm crotchety. Nothing new.

I'm hopping back into the capitalist conspiracy this weekend. And then I will buy presents. Truly.

I should be catching up on my soc readings right now.

I really did plan to write something of some importance. Eh bien, maybe next year.

Adieu.