Today I ran around like a headless chicken taking
arkady's
mail and presents over and braving the crowds in Walthamstow High Street to
finish my Christmas shopping (I didn't kill anyone, but I probably should
have), got home and put up the tree and called for food and fetched
narnee from the station, still utterly trashed from
glitchdrei's birthday debauch and tottering on her nice boots, and
wrapped presents and collapsed on the couch with a pint and watched some
ancient '70s Christmas telly on Sky. Buhhh.