Okay, I'm morally opposed to book-burning, but once this semester is over, I may have to make an exception for my textbooks. If I can survive the next two weeks and finals, I'll run up and down Chauncey Hill screaming "Merry Christmas" in my best Jimmy Stewart impersonation. Well, that, or I'll have a psychotic episode and plunge to the terrible depths of my imagination that have been kept tame for new ways to have fun....

On a side note, my inner dork was unleashed on Saturday and I bought tickets to the first 12:01 Star Wars show.

Random thought of the day: When your kids ask you why Santa Claus is red, wouldn't it be funny if you said, "It's because he drinks blood"?