Dude, half days when you’re going on vacation are the worst. I sooooo want to do nothing except stare into space and drool. Or read my book which is like crack. Luckily I didn’t bring it with me or I would probably be hiding in the bathroom, feigning stomach problems, so that I can continue to read about the most insane Augusten Burroughs and the Finch family. As soon as I finish, “Running with Scissors” is going up on the recommended books site with TWO gold stars. But then I will probably cry because I will be finished. Sigh. Oh, did I mention I’m going to New York City today? Oh, joy! Damn people who make you work on Christmas Eve. Damn them! There was no one on the road this morning. It was like a ghost town. Damn you, you evil Scrooge Taskmaster! Merry Christmas!