The good news: our Christmas shopping is all done now. The bad news: we just crawled over the bodies of our vanquished foes trying to get to the last toys. The bad news: we only made it as far as Cortland. The good news: our senseless waste of money benefits local merchants!

I know I keep blowing off parties, and I do miss you all, but I’m best one-on-one at the moment, and frequently not even that. I can’t concentrate, can’t think of clever things to say, sometimes can’t even read. My theory is that breastmilk is made of my melted brains.

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