At work, it wasn't as busy as it has been. I felt better, too. It was raining just as much as ever, though. At lunch I walked around with Elisabeth while she shopped for things to get her boyfriend, Clint, for Christmas. There was a lot of, "I'll get him this, and he's going to like it." Lol. He had asked her for a PS2, but when I told her they were $200 she said, "No way," and told him she wasn't getting it. Well, I figured if I could exchange the broken PS2 for a new one, she would have it to give to him, and she liked that idea a lot. It turns out Amy got it at Fred Meyer and it's already too late for their policy for us to return it. I'll have to call Sony and maybe ship it to them and they either fix it or send us a new one. The warranty is voided since I broke the seal, so I don't know how much it will cost. Nate called me "Flame" because of my flaming shoes.

When I was driving home, it suddenly started pouring like crazy. It sounded like hail but it was just big rain drops. It started coming down so hard that it was almost like fog, and the high-beams just made it worse, so I left the regular headlights on. I couldn't see anything except the headlights of approaching cars and the reflective things on the road, which helped me know where the road was turning. It lasted about a minute and then slowed to a normal rain. I got home around 12:50 since they let us out late. When I was still there, Robert said that during the Christmas time they might make us stay until 1-2 in the morning. Well, bed time. Night y'all.