Happy christmas!

No, the title isn't wrong. That how they say it in the UK.

Oh, guess what?! My grandma's little old lady friend mary (who's lived long enough to have her youngest son turn 50) has managed to run over a deer. With me in the car. It was dead, but we ramped it. FUCK YES!

I didn't get anything that's really worth the mention, so I'll just tell you the stuff that I liked.

I was jealous of the imp on her last birthday, cause she got the fur blanket (I stole it away whenever I could). But mom caught me, and got me a black, Faux fur throw. For me, it doubles as a cape.

A microscope with sea monkey eggs. Well, actually they're brine shrimp, but the markets of yore called em' monkeys for some reason...

And I finally finished a carefully planned speed run, taped and shipped to my dad, of a (family) record breaking 1:46.

For some reason, there's this really cool thing that my parents got me, but apparently, they need some sort of component for it, so it's being held off. Seriously, I have no clue this time.

Oh, and today i'm supposed to go on a hunt for a long lost hub cap with a metal detector that my uncle gave me. Great.

I hope you guys have a greater christmas than I, because except for the dead deer, it was pretty dull.

TO THE ALCHEMY LAB! (I would've called it a bat cave, but they hadn't invented batman yet.)