Holidays!

Howdy.
Well, as much as the title may say it all, I still feel like I have to expand my line of thought in here. Yes, I know. That doesn't make any sense. Then again, in my current state of mind, relief and hungover, well, I can't be held accountable for any nonsense fit I may experience. Anyhow, allow me to develop.
Relief is rather obvious, since if you have been reading this blog, you should by now know I had a rather shitty end of month at work. Holidays are exactly what I needed. Late night talks with whiskey bottles in the companies of friends, presents, the warm and fuzzy feeling one gets from being reunited with one's family after a long separation... I don't need to pitch it to yall, do I? ;)
As for the hangovering (yeah, I'm making up words. Because I can.), well, we had a christmas party on Thursday night with the office guys. I know the most cunning of you are already wondering how I can still be hungover from a binging on Thursday night when it's Saturday today. To those I say, it was a really nice drinking session we had. And truth be told, I haven't recuperated my lost hours of sleep. Plus, the utter lack of decent kebabs in this country has deprived my stomach of the necessary amount of fat required to properly absorb the alcohol.
That was a long sentence, which I'm glad I didn't have to say out loud.
Anyhow, back on topic. I shall leave my country of adoption to temporarily return to the land that was gifted with the immense honor of hosting my coming into this world. Yes, I just said that. As you can imagine, my being away from home will seriously reduce my abilities to come expose my random thoughts to your unprotected brains.
In light of these reflexions, I gathered myself into a committee, and unanimously I decided on the following. To those I won't see this fall, guys, take good care of you, merry Xmas and happy new year. Watch out for any racoons. Especially ones carrying lightsabers.
To the munchkin that went overseas, I hope your holidays with the other side of the family is going well. I miss your ramblings.
To the owner of my favorite pet shop, a mighty hug to you and the old branch. Best of things to yall.
To my broeder and his better half, keep the coconut spirit up for this coming year and the rest. May your dwarve's beards always grow. We shall see each other in '09, count on that.
To TC, keep the storm coming!
And finally to those I'll have the pleasure to see, wait for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
Over and out.
Votre Blatte.