I did it. I managed to fill out 25 Christmas cards, print an honest-to-God newsletter and some photos, and address them all.
And it's only 11 p.m.
I wasn't going to do this...but somehow I got sucked into the vortex of Christmas once again.
And Charlie Brown said he didn't like the commercialism of Christmas. Meanwhile, for some reason, I feel better knowing I'm getting a big fat present next Sunday.
It's like a race -- not just one where the field is even -- one where I'm happy to get spit out at the end and have survived intact. With the iPod I picked out in November.
Yeah. I probably shouldn't waste bandwidth on this post, but here I am in all my glory.
Merry Christmas everyone.