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I've opened the traditional (for us) midnight present. A lovely piece of cut crystal from our friend Andy. I also have a pie cooling on the counter. It smells wonderful, but sadly has a crumbly crust because someone (OK, me) forgot the xanthan gum. *sigh* I may give myself permission to bake another pie in the morning, this time using the amaranth flour. I think I will have more success with it. Or perhaps make cookies. I've been dying for cookies all week, seeing all the yummies being brought into the breakroom that I can't touch.

I dreamed I was making out with John Sheppard last night. Seriously, there was running and I think I had zombies confused with wraith. They were like zombie/wraith and very very annoying. Because there we were, smooching up a storm, water crashing all around us and I could feel his arms holding me close, it was very nice and then he was dragging me up; "c'mon we gotta run, they're after us." I'm sputtering and holding back and wanting to pull him back down, because making out with John Sheppard is a heck of a lot more fun than running away from zombie/wraith who want to eat us. And then I woke up.

I hope everyone is having a nice holiday season. *hugs flist all up*