You know how I get a little bit crazy the week before Christmas? Shut up, Doug. The next week is going to make PCS (Pre-Christmas Syndrome) look like a week of quiet reflection. Tommy is done with classes and has entered some sort of graduate la-la land. He has a grin permanently plastered across his face and can’t be motivated to do anything but play, eat and sleep. We still haven’t found his graduation present. I am allowing myself one evening of playing hooky from the massive list of things to be done before next Friday. Tomorrow night I will be at Versus from 7 until 9. The rest of the week? Chaos. Tonight?