I woke up wishing I could will myself into a coma for the day. Then I got serenaded by country music (from the TV my grandpa was watching) and a smack in the face with onion smell thanks to my grandma. Then, when I was trying to take a shower, my uncle and his girlfriend arrived, and she needed to use the bathroom. Dude, I can't even shower in peace today?
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Now, help, get me out of here!
P.S. Best presents I got were a live Gackt CD from my dad and step-mom, and a wonderfully fuzzy bathrobe from my grandma. Oh, and some chocolate-filled koalas.