Merry Christmas

"Holy Shit, what a year," He says looking at his cup of Starbucks coffee, black, no sugar.

11pm, the Friday before Christmas after a 13 hour work day, 60 hour work week.
He picks up his phone and speed dials number 4.
"Hey, just finished my exam. Did okay, got a B. Yeah, exhausted.  Hey, I'm going to go pack, just come by whenever."

Must print out flight ticket, pack. Shit. My clothes are all still dirty. Pack them anyway. Am I forgetting anything? Must go Christmas shopping tomorrow.
11:40pm. I need a beer.

I'm home now. Sitting on the couch and eating a chocolate chip cookie. It's 10:45 am and feeling pretty good. Merry Christmas!