So... I found myself trying to go shopping Christmas day--figured that at least Wal-Mart would be open, but (I'm glad they didn't have to work--no one outside of gas-stations and human services should work on a major holiday), even Wal-Mart was closed. I did the next best thing, and pulled $100 out of a bank for a gift...

...and my car battery died whiel I was at the ATM.

It took around 10 people ignoring or passing me to stop, and I was fairly obvious... waiving my jumper cables over my head.

The guy who did finally stop for me--a fairly cool hippie sort of guy--wished me "a very merry fucking Christmas."

I'm going to guess he was as perturbed as I was by that morning.

Go figure. The one guy who stopped to help me was the one guy having as bad a day as I was.

Sadly, Christmas was rather meloncholy this year. We had a tree, though, and I think that everything else was fine. I'm hoping the new year brings us some good tidings, as while I did work my ass off, we didn't get to do much last year. Hooray for working all but 5-6 weekends of the spring.summer.