tuesday morning

i got most of the gifts that i needed to absolutely indubitably have in before christmas sent today.. haven't quite gotten aalll of my presents, but i can safely say that i am 92% done with everything.
tonight's goal: round 1 of cookie bakeage. instead of finding a gift for those special co-workers, i figured i'd regale them all with suagr and fat-laden goodies. i'm shooting for delivery tomorrow (and monday for my boss boss and his secretary, since they're out this week), but we'll see how it goes.
went to cpk for the 2nd time in 4 days and got the same thing i got four days, ago, chicken garlic pizza. absolutely loved it and i don't care that i may have a cpk problem.
"hi. my name is maryann and i'm a pizza-holic."
"hi maryann!"

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anyhoo, excited about going home for christmas, but also slightly nervous about getting there on time. debating between driving and a taxi and leaning toward driving, since i don't know exactly when i'll be getting out on friday. my mom then called me today and asked me if i could bake a cake when i come in friday... i of course said yes, but does she realize that i'm going to be coming in friday night from WORKING ALL DAY and i'll probably be dead ass tired?
i gets no sympathy.