All of down town smells like cookies…

I had words to type. I’ve had words to type all day long, they have been floating around in my head. And I have been containing them, for some insane reason. And now they are either buried too deep, or they found an escape route. Either way, they have left me, and I have nothing to write about.

I have such difficulty coming up with christmas gifts for people. Actually, I have such difficulty coming up with gift ideas any time of year for people. Jake is the exception. Because I spend time with him, so I can get ideas a lot more easily.

We’re going to TGI’s for lunch tomorrow, with Jake’s dad and his brother and their spouses. So that shall be nice and tasty, hopefully.

I keep trying to think of something else to say, but my mp3 player is trying to sync and it keeps… clicking. In a way that confuses me and makes me work out what it is every single time and then I forget what station the train of thought had stopped at. And where it started, and all the stations in between. So I get lost.