We had such a wonderful Christmas.
I hope all of you did as well.

My increasingly geeky sister and her partner came for a visit and introduced my son (and me) to the world of Warcraft. I have pictures of Franklin making a troll (or something) jump up and down.
He thought it was hilarious.
For the first time in my life (and hopefully the last because I have no willpower) I killed a bunch of wild boars. What a dangerously addicting game. It's a good thing this big beast of a computer can't load that game.

I notice I haven't been much of a blogger lately. I am starting to resent that little calendar in the top right side of my margin.
School was crazy.
I learned a lot though. I learned that as a control freak who just-wants-everyone-to-get-along, group work takes a lot more work than just doing it yourself. That, and you can't trust anyone that says they are a professional writer to be a good writer, and sometimes when you are editing someone else's work, you have to be brutal. You don't get good marks by worrying about ego.

I'm babbling.
Perhaps because I've had more than 6 hours of sleep for about 4 days in a row.

Anyway, one of my papers was phenomenal - both in the writing and the marks. I thought I could have got a better mark, but what I thought was a good thing (getting more outside sources than just the class readings) was essentially a bad idea. Different profs, different tastes. What can you do?

I writing this just to get something out online. I can't believe I'm still going over last semester. Especially when I have school work to think about come January. I'm trying to take a break but it's difficult. Especially when I can't play Warcraft...

Anyway, I dropped my sister off at the airport after witnessing a virtual orgasm in a comic book store.
Thanks for coming you guys. I miss you already - especially the laptop that played Warcraft.

I think I have a problem.
Seriously, I'm not kidding.
har.