Saturday, December 07, 2002
My mother is attempting to finish her Christmas shopping today. I know this because she keeps calling me every thirty minutes, asking me what I want. What I want? It seems almost futile to answer. I don't get to have want I want. There are gifts that I would like to have, there are gifts that I would be pleased to receive, but the one gift that I truly want is too far away to be delivered. Sigh.
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