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I am so ready for the holiday break. I am ready for Thanksgiving break, but I am also really ready for Christmas break. I know we're in the home stretch semester-wise, but this is the worst time for me to have to grade a zillion papers. Oh well. C'est la vie. I want to decorate my house for Christmas right now. It's everything I have not to give Tony the Christmas gifts I've already bought for him. I'm having to make myself wait to put out all the Christmas stuff just in case (by some weird freak occurence) the house sells. I figure if I wait until Thanksgiving, that we wouldn't be closing that fast anyway if it sells after that.

Some people came by to see the house today. The realtor's office called and said that they'd be here between 9 and 11. I left right around 9 to run some errands. I finished by 10:45 or so, so I just parked a little down the road and waited till 11. No one came, so I figured they'd already come. I pulled into the driveway and went inside. AS SOON as I put my purse and stuff on the table, they drive up. It was the realtor with several people -- there were four cars total. I thought we were ridiculous having my parents and grandma come looking with us, but that was only one car plus the realtor, not three cars! Anyway, I just left and rode around the block. They didn't stay very long, so I'm assuming they didn't like it much, unless they are really just doing quick walkthroughs. We did notice, though, that all the flyers were gone from our for sale sign slot this morning. Hopefully that means people are looking and not one person is a jackass who grabbed all of them. I refilled it.

Last topic: I haven't been sleeping so good the last few nights. Lots of restless leg crap, mostly. I feel dumb calling it that, but that's what it is. I've had it my entire life, but I just never knew what it was until those commercials came out. I never talked to a doctor or anything, because I just figured either everyone had that happen or maybe it was all in my mind, but I could literally break my own legs off sometimes with it, right at bedtime. Anyway, so last night I finally got to sleep, and I was so exhausted after numerous nights of wakefulness that I was sleeping HARD and dreaming in full force. In my dream, I was fighting with someone, not physically, but fighting. Anyway, in the dream, I kicked a table, and I woke up because I had actually kicked Tony in the bed. I mean, I kicked him hard, and I am pretty sure I said "stupid" in real life too. He said I kicked him twice, and the first time I jumped. Hilarious.