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I really want to sit down and write out a book post on Karen Cushman's Catherine, Called Birdy, which I loved, btw, and which made me snort repeatedly in laughter. Does anyone laugh in a dignified manner? I half want to learn how and I half don't, because I feel like laughing is one of those things that should supercede dignity. Still. It's a good thing no one was around me while I was reading this.

But I don't have the book next to me, and it's a book I really want to pull quotes from.

Then I was going to whine a great deal about the holidays and feeling rather left out of them, which is stupid, because I'm going home. But it's rather weird seeing all these gifts and decorations and the like going up and knowing that I'm not going to be here. And that my family is very likely not doing anything spectacular for Christmas, besides the giant Christmas party with all the old family friends that isn't so much a celebration of Christmas so much as using Christmas as a giant excuse to get together and celebrate the fact that the kids are back from America.

Aaand, hey, it's almost time for the office party and gift exchange thing. Any excuse to not do work is of the good!