I have become the nerdiest nerd who ever nerded on the face of the Earth.

For Christmas, Dan bought me Zelda: Wind Waker (or Wind Wanker, as GW likes to read it.) I promptly went online, printed out an 80 page walkthrough manual, complete with ASCII version of the Zelda graphic on green card stock (for a cover), three hole punched it, and put it in a hard cover binder.

Because, what is the work, if not a place for stealing office supplies?

I'd like to thank everyone who emailed and left comments hoping I got power and wishing me a Merry Christmas. I love ya. Thanks for helping me hang in there during the freeze-your-ass-off burn-things-to-survive phase of my life. It was a lot like Survivor, only instead of getting a million dollars at the end, I got my period.

Since everything in the fridge had spoiled, we found the only place that was open for groceries... Walgreens. After getting milk and eggs and tampons at the drug store (what the fuck? Bacon and frozen pizzas? Shouldn't you guys just have painkillers and shampoo?), we headed for the China Buffet. We opted to not join in the buffet, and instead brought home more take-out than two people should be allowed to. I think my stomach is still very angry at me for how much orange chicken I stuffed in it. But it was delicious, no matter how un-Christmas-y it felt.

Plus, a new tradition was born in our house. It will now be customary to substitute midnight Christmas Eve Mass ("service", for us Protestant types,) with a viewing of "The Princess Bride." Hopefully a DVD copy is purchased before next year's showing, because the VHS is starting to wear a little thin at the "Let me `splain. No... there is too much. Let me sum up," part.