8 more days

Until I'm on Christmas vacation. Thank the Lord.
I'm so slammed at work, and overwhelmed (slightly) with what I have left to buy, I can't sleep.
My mind spins, wanders, stays awake.
(dear Jesus, please don't let me get sick like last year. Thanks. your friend. Quel. Amen)
Rest, relaxation, late nights wrapping presents by the tree, drinking wine coolers, having and going to parties. It's glorious.
I feel as if I have a million things to say, but can't think of a single thing to write.
damn.