I don't know if I'm actually done, like finished everything. I'm more done, like dinner. I can't do any more...but I am about to get dressed, go upstairs and do some more.
I feel so icky. I have presents I'm not finished.
I really do like this time of year...but I'm turning into a giant stress ball. Yeesh.
Merry Christmas and Winter and Happy Holidays because I can't think of all the stuff that happens. :P
I want to go and sleep for a week.