It turns out that today is the last day of work before winter vacation, instead of tomorrow, as I expected. (It was phrased poorly in the letter we sent out to the doctors, and was very confusing.) I honestly didn't know. I do have to come in tomorrow night to make sure that UPS picks up the cases, but that's better than pretending I'm doing work all day.

My Christmas presents are all bought and wrapped, except for Julie; I'm making a gift basket for her. I usually buy her the most, because I know her the best, and I can do stuff like frame a giant postcard of Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and be certain that she will hang it over her toilet. As far as I know, it still is there. (He was the initial reason she got into the show.) She doesn't know me so well, or she does, but is never sure what I already own and what I don't, so it's difficult for her. She's bought stuff that she knew I didn't own, only to find that I had bought them myself. I suck that way.

Song: Scissor Sisters, "Laura".