It was Christmas. Now it isn’t. Well, it wasn’t like I noticed that it was Christmas considering that I spent most of the time in my room avoiding people. Wasn’t terribly exciting anyway. Then the joy of work came, not once but twice.
Slept most of today then was woken up since people had some insane idea to eat out. So I ended up waiting in Olive Garden for a half hour for a table. Finally we were seated, served the usual salad, bread sticks the finally some chicken thing (note to self: stop getting chicken). Came home full then fought with BIND. Err, I finally broke down and got the book. It should come by Friday.
Tomorrow I have to accompany my sister to the airport. Something about Chicago and a plane. Meh, I get to ride the monorail (monorail!, MONORAIL!, MONORAIL!!, MONORAIL!!!).
Hmm, I still have to write Christmas cards.
Too late. Just say they were lost in the mail.