Well my mother has gone crazy. First she starts talking to herself in the kitchen about cranberry sauce, then she yells to me that dinner is ready. I look in at the clock... "Um, Mom it's 11 in the morning." "DINNER IS READY!!" Whoa there, mom. Not to mention she randomly moves furniture around to block doorways and such. Ah well, you can't pick your family. Christmas was horrible, just as I suspected it would be. I got what I asked for, so I can't complain too much. A scanner, guitar case, and some strings, not bad. Tonight Julie and I went out to the track again to look at the stars. I know that sounds kind of crazy, but it's just gorgeous out there with the sky crystal clear. Of course, it would have helped if Julie were Gumby, but you can't have everything you want.