Money's disappearing from my purse, and for that matter, my bank account, at an alarming rate. Blast it, yet another sale tomorrow. Omg, next week too. Pre-Christmas sales are the very devil. Thank all the deities I will be out of temptation's way in 12 days.

Gee. 12 more sleeps.

"What will you do at home?!" Jason asked, with an incredulous look on his face.

"Umm. I don't know? Stuff?"

Now I'm asking myself the same question. What will I be doing?! I can't seem to fully grasp the concept of a v-a-c-a-t-i-o-n. Ernie Dingo's in my head, saying "Go on, get out there", but I'm just sitting there, staring blankly at him.