Lately, I feel like a little bug stuck against the window. Am I outside? Am I inside? What’s this thing in front of me that I can’t move? How come I can see through it, but I can’t get to the other side? RAAAR! Tomorrow marks my first day off in 11 days. Couch, me, junk food and a nap (or two). Maybe I’ll even brush my hair. Is it Christmas yet?