This is the last day that I will be twenty-six, and naturally, I'm spending it skittering around getting work done and errands run like a nervous salmon with a very poor sense of direction. "Gotta get food...and printer ink...and a present for kid brother...oo! Bookstore! I could get him books!" Found the book of Norse myths illustrated by Rodney Matthews, so that was a score. It's probably a little old for him, at five, but that never stopped me as a child. Should send him the Narnia books soon. It was his birthday Monday, but I'm bad with dates. I've got him two books, but I need to get him a couple more cool things, since the packages from my folks for my birthday just arrived, and there's an unexpected crapload of 'em.
And now, of course, the temptation sets in...do I open them now, or wait virtuously until tomorrow?