I fooled Santa.

It’s the only way I can think to explain the pretty blue box under our Christmas tree – Santa totally bought my story about how I’m a good girl who is totally deserving of not just shiny things, but shiny things in an iconic blue box from a fancy store. I feel a little bad for deceiving Santa Claus, but only until I think about the pretty blue box with the white ribbon and then I totally feel like giggling and also am reminded that I am in fact a girl. This is especially important, because everything else I asked Santa for is video games. Video games for 4 consoles, plus two actual consoles and also a monster truck and beer.

I like video games.

I also like shiny things.

If someone came out with a chrome gaming system, I would be in trouble.

But only if I could wear it like jewellery.

Changes are afoot at the Space Station, and it looks like roles will be changed and defined. I’m not worried about my job because I am totally awesome and they’d never get rid of me (right? RIGHT?), but change always makes me a little nervous. I’m sure it’ll all work out spankily though. I’ve been dropping some pretty heavy hints about how desperately poor I am, but no one is taking the bait – perhaps if my role does a 180, I’ll have room to negotiate some more chickens. I’ve been making the same number of chickens for such a very long time now; it’d be nice to have some extra livestock for once. We’ll see. Actual real live paid vacation time is another pipe dream of mine, but I tend to live in a fantasy world most of the time.

I’m extremely forgetful and flighty today. It must be very annoying for everyone who is not me.