You know, this week (the day after Christmas of all the horrible luck) I turn 37 and ohmigod where does the time go? But in spite of the fact that I'm rapidly approaching higher insurance premiums, this time of year still manages to turn me into an eight year old all over again.

But now, NOW, I don't want to open my presents. I just want everybody else to open the gifts I bought for them! It's driving me absolutely bugfuck and no, I'm not telling you what I got for people so there; Nyah-nyah and pthhhhhhhht! (Damn, now I have to clean my monitor screen . . .)

Getting gifts doesn't even seem important anymore. I just love the idea of seeing my beautiful Sunshine's face when she opens her presents.

Now that's a moment worth waiting for.

I'm looking forward to seeing many, many of my friends at my b-day party on Friday. We are planning on doing much drinking and much partying and I'm getting this cool game for my birthday which involves all seven of the deadly sins and OH BOY!

Enough goober-ness for now.

Joseph Haines, signing off from Candy Land.