You request Sunday the 31st off from work, 2 weeks in advance. Then on said day, wake up at 6am...spend the next hour staring zombie-like at the alarm clock cuz you know it's way too effin early, yet there's no way in hell you're gonna get back to sleep. Roll (literally) outta bed and crawl to the bathroom, where you debate the necessity of a shower, and finally opt to take one...just to kill some of the remaining 3 hours til Best Buy opens. Yes...a 40 year old man with the Christmas Eve itch. Oh Photon (or in my case...whatever my most current Android device longing may be) I come for you soon...wait for me.