I just spent the day (well, most of the day) christmas shopping. Week before Christmas + how much I hate shopping in general = not a happy Corrie. As much as I want to complain about it there was some good stuff.

Bad:
We went out for lunch and had to wait in line a long time while under the time restrictions of a lunch break.
Good:
I got to eat lunch at one of my favourite places with my favourite friends (and we thought enough ahead to pre-order when we were standing in line so got our food pretty quickly once we sat down).
Bad:
I walked into walmart to pick up a few things I needed (and like needed, needed, not just wanted needed).
Good:
I was overwhelmed by the craziness and recognized that my soul would slowly die and my eyes would start to glaze over if I stood in line for even a nanosecond so I put my things down on a pile of boxes of chocolates and ran out of the store.
Bad:
I ran out of walmart without stuff that I needed needed and now I have to find some way to magically produce contact solution for myself.
Good:
My soul isn't dead.
Bad:
We saw a mother letting her daughter (age 3 or so) erase the chalk menu at the restaurant we were eating in.
Good:
I glared at her.
Bad:
We went to the mall and I had to hang out by myself while Pam was buying ultra-secret presents.
Good:
I can't think of anything good about being in the mall at this time of year but I'm sitting at home now drinking a rather generous glass of wine and it's taking the edge off.