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Well, we just got done delivering a bunch of Christmas stockings to all of the various IT departments. Not bad, and a decent use of an hour. However, I had to alter my santa hat to make it fit, as the 'one size fits all' didn't really anticipate someone with a head shaped like a potato.

A very overstuffed potato, at that. Filled with knowledge, wit, and bitterness. And topped with sour cream and chives.

Quote upon visiting the most hated App Development department (who tends to waste everyone's time, we're learning): "We're bringing them Christmas Cheer....and SARS."

( Worried fretting. Please feel free to skip. )

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Now that I'm in a less worried state, I'm actually lifting a Friday Five from blackpaladin. (Work's a bit...slow.)

( Five? Five. )

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( Movie boredom )

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Remember how I was gonna have a stress free Christmas? Just go down for Christmas day? Not make a big deal? Maybe go down for the late Eve service and be nice? Then leave if I worried about a scene or if the family stress got too high?

Yeah, that just died. :/

See, my parents have apparently decided that since nobody in their church choir except my Dad can sing well, that gives them the right to call and guilt me. They've actually been doing it since 3 weeks ago, and I'd been doing my best to brush it off, duck under, and let it go. But after 20 more minutes of whining tonight over the phone, I snapped under it, and gave in, which frustrates me. I do not like that despite the fact I resolved to prevent this, my parents can and will whine and plead with me to the point where giving in becomes a better option than holding to my conviction.

Because it's not just having to go down from Christmas Eve Morning until very likely the day after.

I get to give up my entire weekend towards practicing with their choir to try and help them get better.

Maybe a job in Columbus wouldn't be so good, after all....it'd mean I'd have even less to use to try to get away from them, next year.