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Oh my gosh. I never remember from year to year how exhausting wrapping presents is. I just finished and now I want to go to bed. And for all that work, I can't even make the packages look pretty, like some people (like my sister!) do.

Before the great present-wrapping experience, I watched the second season of Slings & Arrows and I'm still in love with it. And I found the third season (yay!), so I'll watch it tomorrow. It's one of those shows with super-short seasons (6 episodes each), but sometimes I think that's the better way. Our long American TV seasons seem to inevitably include weaker episodes, you know?

Also today, I decided I hate my mom. But not for the usual reasons. See, I walked by some Christmas trees--didn't stop, just walked by--and that was enough for my mother-inherited allergies to act up a little. They didn't used to be that bad, but now I seem to be reacting to all plants and flowers, just like she does. I've had to stop using some of my favorite Bath & Body lotions.

Hm. I might hate my sister, too, now that I think about it, because she didn't inherit the allergies . . .