Man, I hate those days where you're friggin tired and exhausted from not enough sleep and you can barely make it through work and all you want to do is go home. Then you go home and all of a sudden you wake up and have tons of energy and you wish you followed up on those plans you thought about doing but didn't because you thought you'd be tired and spend the whole time watching TiVo and wishing that either you would have gone out or went immediately to bed because at least you accompolished something other than watching all the Tivo you hadn't watched yet because you went out the night before.

And I hate when you have those super-realistic dreams, the kind that aren't crazy or surreal or nuts, but more realistic and about real things and totally detailed and even a little stressful and scary in it's depth and width of realism. Then you wake up, realize it was all a dream and that it what happened in the totally realistic dream was way more exciting than your actual life and all day you're kind of depressed because you're life isn't nearly as good as the one that you saw in your dream world.

I mean, envying other people for what they have is one thing, envying something you had in your very own dream is another thing.

Anyhoo... it being the Holiday season, err excuse me, I mean Christmas Season (sorry, Bill) that means Secret Santa time.

Is there anyone who actually likes doing the Secret Santa thing? It seems to me it's one of those office things that nobody likes but you wind up doing because you're kind of expected to do it. Like if you're a boss and you don't do Secret Santa you'd be hated by your employees because every other department is doing it and you're not. Even if most people hate it except for the one's who get really into Christmas and bring out the lights and the decorations and wear pendants every day.

Nobody likes those people.

So you have to go around and buy presents for some coworker that you maybe know well enough to buy a decent present, but probably not. Then you go hand that present over in hopes that they like it, which hardly is ever the case because you usually never know the person well enough to get them a good present. But you have to pretend you like the gift and the person who gets the gift from you has to pretend they like it when it usually winds up in the trash as soon as the person goes home and it's all awkward and strained.

And all this for a holiday that's not even mine.