i really should be calling you, but...

I don't have anything to say, or any time to say it. My house is a mess, my christmas tree stands undecorated in my living room, unfinished birthday presents litter the floor, christmas shopping lists are written on old walmart receipts, my phone dies after one ten-minute call, and Rob and I have become roommates solely concerned with what's for dinner, whether the dog pooped today, and the pile of laundry threatening to crash through the floor into the apartment below. I need a maid, some take-out, some lingerie, and a new phone stat.

Please continue holding your breath for another week - December 16 is my last exam and all this mess can finally be cleaned up. Thank you for your patience, and know that I love you - in my incredibly messy, unorganized, slap-dash way.