We just finished watching Glee, which has quickly become like crack to me. Tonight was its fall finale, which means it won't be on again till mid-April. I was devastated when I found out. And, no, I'm not using 'devastated' too lightly. I thought I was going to cry! How sad is that? It's a tv show for God's sake! Granted, it's pretty much the best tv show, like, ever. But a tv show nonetheless. And I'm in love with it. I seriously would marry Mr. Schuester in a heartbeat -- not the actor who plays him (who, by the way, is incredible), but Mr. Schu himself. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the long, cold winter without Glee!
Okay, that's not completely true. American Idol starts in January. I'm sure that'll help. I'm definitely looking forward to Ellen judging this season.
I am currently in a food coma. We ordered in tonight -- Domino's. Their pasta bowls are amazing and I, as usual, ate way too much. Which is so not good, considering I've got a mountain of gifts to wrap. Dana wrapped the first mountain, so I told her I'd wrap the rest. Not to mention, my office is still a disaster. It has a shiny new desk now, but everything else is lying in any place I could fit it. Piles of books, boxes of Christmas decorations I haven't put up yet and the previously mentioned mountain of gifts. I have my work cut out for me, let me tell ya.
And, oh, I haven't touched my NaNo novel in days. This worries me, because I am so easily thrown off track when it comes to my writing. I let the every day life get the best of me, and writing falls to the side. I vowed it wouldn't happen again. Especially after I spent thirty days and nights writing. I did not torture myself through the month of November to give it up again. Screw that, man!
Anyway, I should get busy. Those presents aren't going to wrap themselves (unfortunately).