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In the annual post-Christmas haze, people reluctantly say goodbye to their family and friends in order to get back to the grind at work and at school. This year, I've had a wonderful Christmas, and I'll be saying goodbye to everybody in Houston in a couple days, but I don't really know what's in store for me after that. I'll go back to Pittsburgh and possibly have no obligations for another eight months. It's a very strange feeling.

Yesterday, while my family, Arin, and I ate my dad's fantastic bouillabaisse (complete with lobster and crab) for dinner, Dorian joined us on a tall chair. He sat politely and ate the fish and other dinner bits my mom fed him, while wearing the customary Christmas crown.

What a good, silly kitty.