So it's 9:35. Zack (that's me, in case you're of an ignorant inclination) has calmed down. And unfortunately taken a nap right in the middle of the minions movie after Christmas Dinner with the Pater. (I'm feeling pretentious right now, and simply calling him "Dad" seems temporarily uncouth). Christmas has not been ruined, though this morning is still regarded as an unmitigated travesty that labour lawsuits ought to be made of. And maybe working fast food has made me extremely jaded and the Christmas spirit might still exist. (Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't still remain a skeptic). So to anyone who sees this and cares, (because I'm not just pretentious but self deprecating too), Merry Christmas. I hope yours has been better than mine, and that the new year treats us all better than this past one. And that maybe, if just to make the wife happy, we'll get some snow before march. (Though ideally not before February is halfway out).