Christmas... Why is it I always wake up so early every Christmas? When I was younger it was the thrill of wanting to open presents. Even though I more or less knew what I was getting. Aunt #1 - clothes + some kind of GC. Aunt #2 - something wacky like binoculars. Last year I got a magazine subscription to GQ from them which I promptly forgot to send in (they gave me a check for $20 and I lost it). This year I think they gave me socks from GAP (since John got socks). My parents never surprised me w/ anything, though they always asked what I wanted (takes the fun out of it though!).

Oh wait I remember. My stupid brother woke me up so he could borrow my beanie for his Tahoe trip. And my jacket. And my pants. Damn him. I want to go to Tahoe.

At least I got to talk to Ken in Taiwan for a bit. Back to sleep ...  ¶ 7:52 AM