Today Miranda and I slept till noon, got up went for breakfast at Route 99. Man that place is such a crazy greasy spoon template but good eggs Benny. We then proceeded to run about and shop for things that we need for X-mas. It wasn’t that bad actually. I didn’t yell at a single person, I didn’t run past people mumbling things like ‘fucking simpletons, or slow ass muther fuckers.’ I didn’t growl nor kick any children, and when there was a cart in my way I calmly moved out of the way instead of pushing it violently into a mid isle display. We even went to Wal-Mart. I made it though 45 min of Wal-Mart with out killing anyone. Maybe I have learned to be calm under pressure this year. Maybe sleeping till noon agrees with me. Who knows?