Too many things to say, really, with no real idea how to say them. Inside, there is much bubbling, and if you listen closely, you can hear the faint high hiss of escaping steam, but the lid is firmly on, my friends. For now.
At some point, at some point I'll put it all down.
Meanwhile, I hope your Chirstmas was tolerable. Machineboy reveled in his toy guitar, his off-off brand gameboy, his Tom & Jerry cartoons with a preface from Whoopi Goldberg telling us it was allright to enjoy these old cartoons with racist trophes, and he was only mildly put off by the fact that a couple of presents from well-meaning but forgetful adults required, but did not come accompanied by, batteries of various sizes and styles.
As for me, I received only one gift, from a friend, but it was alcohol, so that's allright.
Here's hoping nobody else gets trampled to death in pursuit of post-season deals.