So far for Christmas I have received:
- A jigsaw puzzle of me and Sarafina as adorable Japanese people in love
- Batman underpants (the bum says Batman; the crotch is Batman)
- Kill Your Boyfriend by Grant Morrison (from my girlfriend)
- little.com by Grant Steadman
- A Pirates of the Caribbean colouring book
- Chocolates!
- A Jack Sparrow Pez dispenser
- The 1960s Batmobile
- An American Express travellers' cheque which is, as my friend Gina pointed out, really an Iron Man DVD in disguise
- $50 to spend at Swiss Chalet.
Some themes are emerging.
And as for what I got Sarafina, I will be posting a thing about it soon. (With pictures.)
Today I am spending my time doing a manual, page-by-page migration of a legal compliance course that might just as well have been written by chickens. It's the worst thing I've ever read in my life. Honestly, the scribblings on our bathroom wall are more useful from a learning perspective. (Plus, they have pictures. Every mens' room wall has the exact same drawing of a penis - always the exact same. It's one guy, a guy with what I can only presume is an incredibly misshapen wang, going from bathroom to bathroom around the world, drawing that thing.) Well anyways. I didn't mean to digress quite so far there, but I'm bored and pissed. Learning shouldn't be crappy. Zwuh.
Well anyways, like the Jewel of the Nile says, when the going gets tough, the tough get goin'-ga-goin'-ga-goin'! Hoo! Ha! Hoo ha ha hoo!
