I wanna go home.
I wanna have something warm and yummy for dinner. With a salad. Caesar. With long shavings of good parmesan.
I wanna turn on the tree lights, and the Peanuts holiday music.
I wanna make a cocktail. In the froofy glasses. With fancy garnish.
I wanna change into my new soft and fuzziest warmy pjs.
I wanna wrap Holiday gifts, and tie them all up with bows, while drinking my cocktail.
I wanna smile across the room at Russell, who is playing SSX3 contentedly.
I wanna pet my kitty.
Instead, i'm at work.Posted by meriko at December 16, 2003 06:41 PM