Christmas Eve Eve

*sigh*

I had a good day at work today-- another "first" surgery (removing several large stones from the bladder of a yorkie) went really well and evening appointments were sparce enough I could take my time to really talk to all th clients about their pets.

Unfortunately, I work all through Christmas weekend-- someone has to. I celebrated last weekend with my family, which was wonderful, and so I'm treating this like any other normal weekend. To be honest, it feels even less "Christmassy" than the Christmases I worked at the hospital in school. Ah well. Such is the life.

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I've kind of been dating someone. :-}

I dunno how I feel about it. I like him. He's perfect for me-- if I had a checklist, he'd be a yes in every column from "PhD" to "foodie" to "athletic" and I'm living in Pennsyl-tucky where there aren't many men who don't carry firearms on them at all times or regularly use (and understand) three-syllable words, approve of Barack Obama, and read Michael Pollan... so he's unique in more ways than one. But, not gonna lie, I don't get particularly weak-in-the-knees around him. I really really want to. Gah! So I have a question for all the thirty-somethings out there:

[Poll #1660182]

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Thank you for my lovely Christmas card, deirdre_c!

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I started to read the Sookie Stackhouse novels, and as sacriligious as it is, I have to admit this is one of the very few instances in which I prefer the TV incarntion to the books. It's not the books' fault; the HBO series has 12 hours to explore each novel, and as fast as the series moves, they can just include *more* than each novel contains. The Tara and Lafayette characters, and even Jason and Sam, are so much more thoroughly addressed in the show. I just... it's *better*.

That said, I think I'm gonna keep reading the series anyway. :D

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I think that's all. Happy Christmas Eve Eve, y'all.