The Night Before Christmas

Oh man, all day at work I thought, "Get off work, go home, take nap, have a wonderful Christmas Eve." But then in reality, I had to get Alicia and go to the store because everything closed at 6 today, and then there was no nap. None. So instead I was very tired and fragile all evening and I felt persecuted every time someone looked at me the wrong way. Also, we watched the very un-Christmassy Superbad. Then again, what is Christmas-like about my siblings insisting on going out to the bars? I guess Christmas and bars go together pretty well, but I never thought it would be family members who have family and a really nice Christmas tree and a cozy living room in town that would be those sad hobo wastrels drinking away the holiday.
I heard "Footloose" by Kenny Loggins today, on the radio, and it was awesome - but then the weirdest thing was that they played that song from Flashdance (is it "What A Feeling?" I feel certain it's by Irene Carr, whatever the case) next, which could not have been coincidence, but seems like a very strange pick for the occasion.
I still haven't finished all presents, but I guess I'll just get to what I get to. I'm so tired that the act of blogging has slain me, so I need to call it a night and go collapse.