Vacation Diary Day 5

Thought I woke up early. Didn't. Ash again proves himself as the best kind of comedian with his set ups on this blog. Skip work out to clean apt. This takes longer than I thought. Occasional NME peek and chat with Brandt about recent vinyl purchases. The entire day is about how THE UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES. Express mail, which was supposed to be there yesterday at NOON with nephew's presents has YET to arrive. The asshole I dealt with last night, HAROLD, did not look into it at all and took no record. What's the fucking point of a tracking number if you cannot track the package. And just to make it worse, there's a SECOND package to the nephew they can't find. Temper goes sky high. Irene calls to try and calm me, thats when you know its bad. Order Pluck. Eat Pluck. Wrap presents for Irene (not an art). Discuss Antonio Bandares Cologne with G via text. Quick stocking stuffer shopping trip to Duane Reade. Jon Spencer is there doing the same thing it seems. Give building staff Christmas cards (and $), and run to LI for nice dinner at place near my folks we've been going to forever. Possibly mob (not MOG) related. Back at folks for some presents with smaller friends of the family. Borrow car, drive home. More postal service bullshit, but now it turns out the second packge WAS brought to the house and no one was home. RRRRRR. Pull big casino heist in GTA. Listen to Blues Explosion. Eat Caviar. Watch Irene wrap presents (art). Christmas. She gives me first present: Gift Certificate to Zakka. POINTS. GTA.

To my friends, family, readers of this site, and in particular to my MOGpac cohorts, I wish you only the best and better.

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