The Orange-Spicy Scent of Fear

Well folks, it's Christmas time again. I've had a week off work, and during that week I:

• Painted the bathroom, cream.
• Painted the living room, mostly cream, painting one of the walls a darker 'cookie dough' colour. I still haven't taken off the masking tape as I am afraid, and I don't want to tear big chunks out of the lovely smooth finish have to re-do any of it. I might just try and leave it there until after Christmas, or until The Girl notices.
• Went out and got drunk, horribly horribly drunk, and incidentally discovered hidden resources of pool-playing skill after the third pint which diminished significantly after the eighth. Upon arriving home, I found the biggest pot I could find in the kitchen and took it to bed with me. Apparently I was vomiting what The Girl describes as 'tarry shit'. I was quite sure, at the time, that I was going to die. I remember the taxi driver, having taken me home, looking at me with a certain nervousness in his eyes and telling me that I didn't have to pay, it was alllll sorted. I have no idea why. The Girl was not well pleased with me the next day -- what an angel, though! Apparently at one point I had clearly embarked on some sort of internal 'vision quest' during which my arms flailed wildly and I spoke glassy-eyed to the ceiling in one of those ancient Middle-Eastern dialects I could not possibly know. She put up with it all, and even gave me a wee kiss the next morning before going off to work! I paid for it all the next day though, when I had to paint that whoring big wall, and I was still so awfully drunk and unwell.
• Most of my presents are bought! I still have to grab a few things tomorrow.
• I've rekindled my 'tight graphical skills'; I'm putting together a very nice RPG graphics engine at the moment, trying to keep things simple but very easily extendible and computationally-assisted where possible. By that, I mean, I'm developing an engine where I can say (through a compiled script of my own design) "give me a non-player character! I don't care what type! Make him walk from HERE to THERE! Make him scratch his arse for three seconds, and then walk back to HERE!". That is the dream. At the moment I have something which generates and subdivides curved surfaces on-the-fly. Screenshots to follow.
• I'm sure I've done other things.