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I have never ever gotten up early to do Black Friday shopping. Never.

Today was a different story.

Except I only had five minutes of "sleep" (more accurately described as sleep-like behavior without any actual activity that would clinically qualify as sleep).

And we aborted. Much to my simultaneous joy and dismay.


I had promised my dad, who presently has an injured back and so is slightly immobile, that I'd take him shopping for Black Friday specials. Upon getting to his house after my late night out, looking up a few things (about the movie and soundtrack), and writing some of my blog, I put my head down for about five minutes before my dad's door burst open. Cah-RAP, was all I could think. I thought, previously, that I'd surely get a power-nap in. But no. No sleep for me.

Dad wanted to be at Walmart (UGH, wasn't I already at two of these in the last few hours?) by four in the morning. But when we got there, he couldn't get a straight answer out of anyone working there about the availability of the items he wanted (that weren't put out yet). Using a wheel chair to reduce strain on his back, he was trying to avoid having to sit in the thing long and further injuring himself. Plus he's impatient, which doesn't help. Less than an hour after we got there, we left.

But we didn't go home, mind you. We went to Office Depot, though it was still closed. Of course, there were BFCs (Black Friday Campers) with sleeping bags and such lined up outside. And we joined them for about ten minutes. But dad's pain and impatience got to him again. So we left. And I will never get that time with my mattress back. However, I don't think I'll have that problem with dad ever again. He's pretty convinced that the whole ordeal is entirely not worth it.