again with the stream-of-consciousness

So, um...

Me: ahem
Me: *regains composure*
Me: aah! AAAH! MAD COW DISEASE!

And this is me with my composure regained, apparently. (Bear in mind that this came in the midst of a perfectly sane conversation about porn. Um... "perfectly sane" is perhaps a relative term here, as the conversation was between me and Aaron.)

Ugh. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and there are still no decorations on our tree. (Well, all right, there are lights. Red ones. Shaped like chili peppers. Yes, we're tasteless, and proud of it.) In fact, we only got out the light-up Snoopy Claus today and stuck it in our window. (Still tasteless. Still proud of it.)

Oh! Saw Bubba Ho-Tep yesterday. It was good. Must remember to congratulate Joe Lansdale at AggieCon.

Ugh. Christmas Eve tomorrow. Have to make food for Christmas. Have to decorate tree. Have to try and remember how to play Coventry Carol. (Bloody Coventry Carol. Bloody shitty arrangement of Coventry Carol in only carol songbook I was able to find. Bloody... I don't know, if I think long enough I'll find something else to curse at, but I'm too tired.) So, I suppose I shall go off now, and sleep. Oh. And will remember to check for messages to avoid being shouted at by mother in the morning. Goodnight all, and to all a... um. Oh. It's "and to all a good night," isn't it? Shit. Whatever.