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In which it's obvious I'm rambling cuz I can't think of anything better to post today

Does everyone realize that Christmas is on Sunday?! Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY?! I don't know about you guys but my Christmas shopping stamina ain't hot. Sure I got the important people presents but that's only cuz I could buy them online. And even then I only just ordered them at the end of last week. I did (YAY!) pick up wrapping paper, bows, and over-priced gift tags yesterday. But now I'm to that part of this whole gift-giving process where I have to trick myself. Here I have these gifts sitting in my closet, absolutely DYING to be delivered to their new homes, and jesus lord the suspense is just eating me up inside. Sure lots of things eat me up inside, but this one's a biggy. I'm that person who loves playing the present guessing game too... "Can I shake it? Is it smaller than a bread box? Is it something I can open in front of my mother?" People who don't like to play the guessing game need to start their Christmas Intervention Programme at my house. Cookies and milk will be served at 3.

I do have to admit that other than the selfless need to GIVE AWAY MY PRESENTS RIGHT NOW, selfishly, at this moment, all I can think about is going to Target tonight and picking up some lights for a photoshoot I have in mind. I have about 5 people left to shop for and, uh, well, I really, really, really want to do this photoshoot. And you know when I'm talking 3 really's, an 'uh', and a 'well' that there's gonna be some risky business ensuing. I *need* to do this photoshoot. The future of my career as a photographer *hinges* on this photoshoot. I'm an artist. A tortured, starving artist. My creations are not my own. When the energy hits I just have to go with it man. The creative process is bigger than I am. Who am I to question it?

How'd that work for ya? Convinced yet? Mm hmm, me too. There are some photos going down in the house of Andrews. But if you think I'm telling you what they are, best you come over for cookies and milk. And don't forget to bring your good humor and a present to shake.