Which is funny because I hardly think I deserve it. I mean... I just get out there and go to work.
Then again, with the people I work with, maybe that's the reason why.
Not saying that everyone I work with just bullshits around...
...but when it comes to it, I complain the least when it comes to doing work.
I have not bought plane tickets to go home for Christmas/New Year's, mainly because I'm unsure of how long I'll be able to be gone for. We're given the choice to work either on Christmas or New Year's and I've decided to work Christmas; I'm not that much of a fan of it in the first place.
I'm trying to run more. I've decided to get up and run at least two miles a few times a week, maybe like two or three. The place I run is this huge bridge that has a light show on it every night.
In any case, it'll be a joy to return home to see my family and friends and lay around and do nothing in the house.
I also hope I get laid.
...what? It's been a dry year for me.

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