The Lake was beautiful today, grey and choppy. The whitecaps weren't just near shore but went back all the way to the horizon. And the grey--I don't know how to describe it. It was muddy and yet brilliant all at the same time.
That's more or less how I feel--muddy and choppy. I want this day to be over so I can begin my holiday, but I'm not really too sure what to do with it. Tomorrow is sewn up, obviously, and then we have dinner plans for Friday. But after that? I'm torn between really needing to shop and wanting to be anywhere else but when a million other people are doing the same thing.
Speaking of which, does anyone remember when "Black Friday" became common parlance? I've been familiar with the term for years through the community
customers_suck, but I've always considered it a bit of retail slang on a par with "floorspace" and "two-bite checkback". So I was more than a little taken aback to see several ads for "Black Friday Sales" while watching Glee last night. Seems to me a shockingly quick rehabilitation of an intensely pejorative term.
And speaking of Glee, it continues to be a complete hot mess. What a waste of Carol Burnett! Also I spent the whole treacly wedding scene praying for the moment when Kurt got the news that Shoroffsky had tried to kill himself after being expelled. Alas, in vain. Thank goodness there was an hour of Raising Hope afterwards to rinse the taste of corn syrup from my mouth.
That's more or less how I feel--muddy and choppy. I want this day to be over so I can begin my holiday, but I'm not really too sure what to do with it. Tomorrow is sewn up, obviously, and then we have dinner plans for Friday. But after that? I'm torn between really needing to shop and wanting to be anywhere else but when a million other people are doing the same thing.
Speaking of which, does anyone remember when "Black Friday" became common parlance? I've been familiar with the term for years through the community
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And speaking of Glee, it continues to be a complete hot mess. What a waste of Carol Burnett! Also I spent the whole treacly wedding scene praying for the moment when Kurt got the news that Shoroffsky had tried to kill himself after being expelled. Alas, in vain. Thank goodness there was an hour of Raising Hope afterwards to rinse the taste of corn syrup from my mouth.