It's weird working on Christmas Eve, especially when it's a Monday. And you also happen to live in a place that doesn't look that much different today than any other day, except less crowded. I rode into work this morning, hearing all the Christmas tunes being played-- not the usual stuff, but the serious, never played stuff-- and I wondered why until I realized it was Christmas Eve. In fact, if you didn't listen to the radio and just stayed inside the apartment, you'd never know it's the birthday of little Baby Jesus.

Kinda a strange day. Anyways, off to Montana