I had set my alarm for early. I had plans, you see. Big plans. Gigantic plans.
Plans that involved hair cuts and glasses repairs and, God help me, maybe even starting some Christmas shopping.
Even I can’t quite consider finding a gift for an anonymous person having started Christmas shopping.
Buying gifts, for me, is a lot like writing papers. Despite my revulsion for shopping in general, I get excited when I have the time and the energy to really search for important gifts, meaningful gifts. I like things that reflect both the giver (me) and the recipient (whoever) in every gift I buy. Perhaps it’s selfishness on my part, but I like the idea of someone knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, who gave them their gift. I don’t want mine to be lost in a sea of impersonal presents. I just can’t do it well when I have a billion at once.
Lyrical Fool 