Mom woke me like an excited five year old so that I might hurry down and we could open gifts that much sooner. The morning was dedicated to excited squeels and squeaks (from my mother, mostly) and exasperated cries at the kitten and the dog to get out of the tree/wrapping paper. Felt really satisfied with the gifts, even though I hadn't asked for anything in particular. Ate the traditional dinner (where I finally convinced Mom to say the prayer), then napped, finally conducted some research for the thesis, and finally stayed up ridiculously late getting lost in the tail-end of my latest series endeavor.
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