I'm sitting here drinking a glass of wine and pouring through all the goodies found in my Clinique gift bag from Holt Renfrew. A cornucopia of treasures.

I had visions of having the most indulgent afternoon, at least until 3pm but it was not to be because my cell phone began ringing incessantly just past 1:30. It's now 8:02, I'm on my third glass of wine and bordering on a nervous breakdown...and the name of my voodoo doll has been changed to Garth.

And it's snowing. I'm not prepared for the plummeting temperatures. I'm not even prepared for Halloween. I don't have the energy to hoist my camera and take a picture of the most awesome spider decoration every, purchased for $20 from Shoppers Drug Mart.