Guess who was picked

to say grace last night.

Christmas with the neighbors

is awesome.

Merry Christmas, yo.

I love you guys.

Talked to everybody on the phone.

*smile, sniff*

Lost my voice.

"As Development Lead, I...

led the development."

I am so not good

at writing self-assessments.

Pictures from the

Trail of Lights.

Why I love the Drafthouse

(Number 87 in a series):

When I ordered a cup of tea,

they brought me honey.

The hobbits make me cry

every time.

Hobbits in 5.5 hours!

Hobbits in 5.5 hours!

Woo!!

Variations on a theme:

"Dialog"

is not a verb.

Dude.

That's the best I've made out

at a White Elephant ever:

Ray Bradbury anthology.

Woo!

Now that's friendship.

You strain your back

and can barely bend over.

You certainly can't

put on your shoes and socks.

So your friend does so for you.

Thanks, Toshi. *sniff*

Okay,

forget the manual.

Just read my freakin' email.

And now the sun is shining.

I don't get this climate.

And then it grows darker...

Alien landscape:

Thick, obscuring fog

and lightening!

Terms of endearment

from my sweetie:

"Thanks for not liking

stupid, useless junk."

Awwwww.

I can't imagine

this blog is particularly engaging,

but it sure is cathartic.

Thank you.

It never ends.

"FYI"

is not a verb.

Guilty confessions:

"If I complete a task

that's not on my list,

I'll add it,

and then check it off."

"Me, too!"

Lest you think I am all

gloom and doom,

I've gotten a ton of stuff done

this morning, and I'm feelin'

pretty fly.

I wrote a song!

I'll see if I can make

an mp3 for you.

My fingers

have to heal first.

Passed in the hall:

Christmas tree

with CDs poked onto the branches.

Tee hee,

geeks.

Winter's hard for everybody,

innit.

Hi.

Happy,

contented,

too full.