Merry Merry Merry Christmas

HALL HEAP SHOPPING SPREE!! All my beloved peers have left the premises, leaving in their wake wonderfully FREE rejected crap strewn around the halls! I am now the proud owner of several really cute shirts (two in pink, my god!), a fantastic sweater, a top-notch TYR swim suit, two awesome skirts (one sporty pencil and one flirty denim), a gorgeous pea coat, and a great pair of salmon (fav color) boyshort undies! All washed and ready for a wearin'! Yee Haw! There were tons of nice t-shirts, but I showed great restraint as I already have a butt load. Oh, I got a pair of fuzzy-on-the-inside clogs too, which I was lusting after all winter. And some more coat hangers so I don't have to fold any nice shirts. And THREE great storage tubs. And a trash can for my recycling so I don't have to use that old paper bag. How fun is this?

I definitely drank too much water yesterday. I had to get up four times during the night for pee breaks, and had way too many dreams about bathrooms. The entire day was dedicated to packing, hydration... and nothing else. Which was absolutely awesome, and I loved it, but I'm really glad most of my days have a bit more on the agenda. I went through all my stuff and gleaned out the things I haven't used all year - one of the most spiritually cleansing processes I know of! I have a big box for Good Will of too-short shirts, pants with creepy wax or paint stains, impractical dress shoes, and that lumpy pillow with bubble-lens puppies pictures on it. AHHHH. Satisfaction.

Phil and Har went on their first walk today. Not a total disaster, but pretty stressful nonetheless. I'm covered in fur from their thrashing about, and the buns are sitting under the bed glowering at me. They flip out when i pick them up and harness them; i guess being pinned down and dressed doesn't come naturally to a rabbit : ) Although there were no wild rabbits around to make fun of them in their hot pink and green attire, I'm guessing their pride is deeply wounded regardless. As soon as I get my camera fix-ed, I'll take some pics. It's adorable, yet ridiculous at the same time. Next time I'm gonna walk them one at a time. They don't get that when the leash tightens they can't keep going that direction; instead they just lean against the harness and give me looks filled with malice. Sigh. Hopefully, someday, they'll appreciate outside time.

All the chaos of celebration weekend has driven away, leaving some wonderful peace and quiet. Phew. I walked down to pick some alfalfa this afternoon, and it was perfectly bucolic. I'm sorta gradumuated, sorta not, but definitely feeling tragic anyway.