The goose is getting fat

Twas the night after finals, and all through the house

not a creature was studying, especially not about diseases spread by a mouse.

(There's a lot of those, actually--the things you learn.)

My only problem (if you could call it that) with finals being over is the fact that I always wake up the next morning with a start, thinking I've overslept and wondering what I need to be studying. But then I realize that it's all over and I can sleep in another few hours (or eight). That's a good feeling.

Now I get two whole weeks with which to do absolutely NOTHING. Actually, not so much nothing, but now I get to do all the things I want to do without thinking about the multiple different types of ovarian cancer or hemorrhagic fever. Today I went shopping with my mom and sisters and then wrapped presents. Now all my shopping is done and my presents are under the tree and there is possibly no feeling in the world so satisfying. I'm such a Christmas dork. After dinner tonight, D and I watched the Muppet Christmas Carol, and I can't imagine that a five year old would have had more fun than me.

I'm particularly excited about Christmas this year because one of my cousins is due to have a baby any day now, and will get induced on Wednesday if she doesn't go into labor on her own before then. Which means we'll have a very brand new baby here for Christmas dinner (!!!). One more reason to celebrate. Can't wait.