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I am so extraordinarily jet-lagged, but enjoying being home none the less. And I got a little bit of work done today -- I marked half of one class's end of term tests. This leaves me with only eight and a half more sets to go! Awesome!

Except not.

There are strange men in the house. They are putting new carpet down on our stairs. I am hiding in my mother's room reading porn the internet, watching made-for-TV Christmas movies, and otherwise veging out.

Bad Christmas movies on TV are one of my favourite parts of Christmas. Bad dialogue, bad acting, and a shmoopy ending. What's not to love?