My old college roommate was a blue-bellied lizard, you see. We used to go up to Lake Tahoe for winter break (at my school, we called it winter break instead of Christmas, as a way to make Australians feel hurt and excluded.) He loved the snow. He could just sit there, cold as snow, barely alive, staring blankly. All summer and fall he'd get excited about those trips. He found it so relaxing. It was like a vacation.
Exactly like a vacation, I guess.
And I'd try it, sitting and staring, but I'd just get bored and want to ski or make snow angels or something. Not the kind where you just flop on the snowy ground and wave your arms, mind you. The kind where it's a giant rotating wheel with seven eyes and seven wings. In the snow. Because I was bored from staring.
We didn't drink booze in college, me and my friends. Instead, we got semi-torpid and/or invoked Ophanim.
And that's why this is such a special time.
Merry my brother's birthday's eve, everyone!