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Why I'm still struggling through everyone's interview questions, I'm not sure. Bad holiday overwhelmedness I suppose.

This year, everyone I know, more than other years seems beset by the whole thing, even if they are enjoying it.

Today, I have to bake a great deal of cookies, and continue to try to get the DVD player I bought my parents working. Amusingly, I brought over several of my DVDs so they could play with them and I could show them how it all works before they go get a video membership. Without prodding from me, they've settled on Moulin Rouge as what they want to watch today, because my parents apparently like Bollywood films. I am so related to them, it scares me at times, mainly because they always sneak up on me with this stuff. My mom also really wants to watch The Piano, and Chicago, which, even considering a naked Harvey Keitel and lesiban allusions, may both be safer bets than that business where Nicole Kidman writhes around on the floor exclaiming about private poetry readings.

They are also obsessed by the Australian chocolates which I got them, and want to go to New Zealand because of Lord of the Rings (eventhough only my father has seen any of them, and him only the theatrical release of the first one). I am amused to no end.

They also liked my cooking, which was an immense relief.

I, meanwhile, received a shirt, a sweater, a very cute little red down coat that works oddly well with my obnoxiously cute little sneakers, a book, candy, socks, and fashion hoisery. None of this addresses the fact I absolutely destroyed my favourite pair of pants, and must now go through the ordeal of finding a couple of pairs that fit (must also resist inappropriate urge for corderoy -- in fact, it occurs to me that I should never be allowed to shop if I've had any media exposure of any sort at all in the week prior. I get possessed). Also, that need for winter white is creeping up on me again. Must go to Zara.

Several family discussions were immensely predictable, but relatively undramatic, although, as ever, I often felt like I was holding my breath, but as ever, they got distracted from prying into my life by mom's celebrity clients at work (Donald Sutherland! Mutombo!).

Additionally, as I was asked litterally thirty minutes of questions about Amanda's wedding dress, I now have a new appreciatation for how utterly taxing the entire affair must have been for her. Also, I explained Bevo to mom, and now seeing people with lit up Christmas Bevo's on their roofs has been added to the list of why she wants to go to Austin.

Tomorrow brings the post office with Ebay and cookies to mail.