Boxing.

I was thinking about actually going out for Boxing Day shopping today, halfway because I've achieved the point where I'm good and ready to go and see the faces of other people. I also actually have a bit of cash kicking around this year, and usually by this point in the year I don't, so I could probably pick up anything I needed at a more reasonable price if I was inclined.

Thing is, I've been doing mental inventory, and I don't really need anything.

Yeah, I mean, I could always go for some more books or tea or yarn, but none of that's really urgent right now; it's more "Well, if you're up..." I could go for a new laptop, since mine is evil and spurns wireless networks ruthlessly, but I'm not actually traveling until early March, so there's no reason to not take my time with that and do the research and so forth. I wouldn't mind a bit of bubble bath...

I may just go out and find a coffeeshop to knit in and not buy anything.

I think I fail consumerism, people. If you don't hear in 24 hours, they've shown up to kick me out of Western society.