I have a little Christmas tree now. It's fiberoptic, because apparently artificial trees without ornaments shorter than four feet are all fiberoptic these days. But, it turns out, I actually kind of like it. I have lights for it, and I put on ornaments. I even hung the tackiest ornament I own, because it's just that unique. My Christmas shopping is nearly done, and I won't stress if I don't get the last few done. I bought the office's present to our boss yesterday, too. Stuff is started to arrive in the mail, and I'm looking forward to wrapping it all. I hope to get my cards done tonight. It took me a while to get excited about the season this year, but it did finally kick in.

I am 27 years old. I am rather bored with teething. My wisdom teeth don't bother me often, but when they do, I have much more sympathy for the babies. If I remember correctly, it's been close to ten years; I wish they'd just break through the gums and stop bothering me. The one that has isn't a problem any more. I guess I'm just not wise enough yet.

I overslept this morning. I know the alarm went off, but I must have turned it off instead of hitting snooze. I woke up at 9:15, when the phone rang. Still made it in by 9:45 (I love my commute) and before Joe got there, but 'twas mightily embarrassing.