Another bit of fun related to being a Salvation Army brat: when the Angel gifts come in wrapped, I get to open them, because we can't properly distribute gifts we can't identify. Tearing into wrapping paper = fun.

I am trying really, really hard to be in a fun, light, whee! kind of mood. It's sunny out, I have been helpful today, things should be good... but I missed my pills for the past two days, and I don't feel much of anything besides dull and... present, basically. I'm here, and that's all.

We started taking applications for Christmas aid today. Most of the people who came in seemed nice, but one guy was skeevy and had a beard for his chin and also one coming out of his nose. I couldn't look at him for more than a couple of seconds at a time. The nose beard was so long and bushy.... it was like a train wreck, I couldn't NOT stare.

...look, I was going to make a link post, but it's easy to sum up the news: every fucking industry in the nation needs a bailout, Bush is leaving a mess for Obama to clean up, "Jizz in My Pants," some media star did something stupid, some other media star did something commendable, something somewhere is being cute. Tada.

I never thought I'd say this, but I feel so lackluster, I don't even want to take a nap.

eta: Oh wait, it's time to get my yearly hate on for the Department of Social Services. Today's offense: denying a family of five food stamps based on a "guesstimate" of what a parent should have been making (but isn't) for the month, because the hypothetical amount is $20 too much to qualify. IT'S MONEY THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE IN THE WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS, GIVE THEM SOME FUCKING FOOD.

*bitchface, hiss*