Well, it's Christmas Eve, I'm not at home, and I've got the Revenge of the Nerds dvd collection and a freezer full of liquor. I'm not sad I'm missing home again, mostly because I'm numb to a lot of things now.
Enough of that depressing shit though, I got a bunch of old metal dwarf slayers in the mail the other day and do to the suggestion of a certain someone who can choose to either claim what she did, or remain anonymous, I painted the little buggers all sorts of weird colors. I'm particularly proud of the fact I painted four of them to have the house colors from Harry Potter.
Have a good Christmas, burn down a few English villages in memory of the Winter Solstice, it's good to be a viking every now and then.