I am working on christmas eve. Half the office isn’t even here, and my brains are dripping out my ears from the boredom. I should have actually partied during the office party on friday, but I was my geek self and worked through most of it. All I really want to do is get in the car and drive out to my family for Big Family Dinner time. (Which I will be doing in about two or three hours.)

In spite of the fact that I get to leave early today, I want to go *now*. I just get homesick sometimes. Ok, I’m 26 and my apartment really is my home, but the house where I was raised (and *born* fer chrissakes) is where part of my heart will always be. Mmrf.

And in spite of everything, I’m guilting myself for not doing more in the gift department. Aarg. I never used to worry about these things. Christmas was about more than just who got what and who gave what and how many boxes you brought. And now I’ve been infected with this sense of inadequacy because I didn’t get something for *everyone*, in spite of the fact that we aren’t *supposed* to go overboard like that with my family.