It was like a miracle that didn’t actually happen. An unmiracle o’sorts.
Happy Christmas Eve, peoples. Matt and I have just returned from a pre-Christmas shopping trip to various locales in Logan. These retail outlets did not have what I wanted because they are inadequate and discriminate against Macs. I curse thee. A pox on them! It’s probably sacriligious to curse things on Christmas, so it’s a good thing it’s just the Eve o’Christmas.
After I get done with my cursing and such, I plan to spend tonight and tomorrow in front of the television, where all holiday traditions should take place. Peace on earth and all that. Happy vegetating.