Counting the days.

So this is is my current radio obsession.
Well, it is as much as pandora.com can be a radio obsession. But it's what I've been listening to lately.  I wish I could listen in my car, since I really get tired of the same music after awhile, and can't stand the radio unless it's NPR, which is broadcasting from Stephenville, and I'm usually driving in a direction that's away from Stephenville, so the station gets fuzzy. It's very sad. Someday I daydream about getting a new car stereo, but it's honestly pretty low on my list of priorities, so I guess I'm stuck with the same old stuff in the car, and pandora at home.

I guess it's not a terrible arrangement.

So I really want a day off. It's almost ridiculous. But I have to hold out because Thanksgiving holiday starts on the 24th and it's going to be great(!!) having three days off from work. Well, five if you count the weekend, and I may as well count the weekend. I feel like the next week is going to be interminable. But(!) three weeks after Thanksgiving, I'll get my Christmas holiday, and that will be excellent. I'm planning on making gingerbread cookies.. because I really like gingerbread men. With little red-hot buttons. And a hat.
I used to really like Christmas. I guess I still do, but it's a significantly scaled back enjoyment. I guess it's sad? But maybe it's more sad to be almost thirty and ridiculously excited about Christmas? Maybe it's the most saddest (yes, I am an English teacher) to be almost thirty.

Yeah. It totally is.