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So Christmas is coming (Christmas is here?), and as each day goes by, with each 8 hour shift I work, the more unsettled I become. The roommates have all left, leaving me with an empty apartment, January's rent, and a rattling fridge. My Christmas loot consists of one "do not open..." box that I frequently pick up and shake out of boredom. But it's okay. There have been solo dance parties with a bottle of wine. There have been old-year's resolutions of a pending comic book. There have been nights out of new music and hauntingly great films (Brokeback Mountain, anyone?). But what's with waking up at 5:00 am?