Real Post.

Last day of Christmas time off. Last day of theoretically being able to Not Do Anything.

Of course, it doesn't work out that way. Apart from the comic spamming, time to go see relatives that we hardly ever see any other time of the year. Funny how that works, isn't it? Silly uncle who never seems to spell my name right on the cards. And who thought that a jewellery box would make a good present for me, the least jewellery'd person ever. (Well. A couple of necklaces. And I'm tempted by the old Skaiagraph pendant.) Can't even get down there without being roped into Photoshop shenanigans, though, it seems: Mum now wants me to shop up an old photo of dad's dad into something not scrawled to death. Mm, I've done worse, I guess.

Dreading going back to work tomorrow. Again. At least it's only three days in this week, and we get the Monday next week off too, so - that's something, I guess. And folks are probably going to be pretty relaxed due to seasonal and break (I hope?)

Welp, have to see how it goes.