My day has sucked. Hell, my month has sucked. I'm not going to bitch too much but today just wasn't my day and I was feeling particularly down when I got in. My day was brightened when I found a package waiting for me that weighed roughly the same as an aggressive male macaque (I work with animals so my frame of reference for weight and most things in like pertains to some sort of wildlife or another. A Macaque is a monkey. This thing was like a fat old boy monkey.) I do secret santa because I love getting people things but this was great to have someone else think of me.

This entire gift was thoughtful, from the drawing of the snoo on the box to the letter that actually showed that they read my posts (I apologize for some of the shit I say. I drink a lot... well, that's not true. I'm just kind of an asshole.) Everything was on point in this box, it was amazing.

The 3d cat cards are great. I am a redditor so obviously I like cats. My cat seemed interested in smelling them too and then proceeded to run away. She's a bit of a scardey cat and didn't like the fact that I doing something abnormal. She has since attacked my foot and gone to sleep. She doesn't like boxes so no pictures of her in the box.

The oragami was awesome. I'll definitely be trying it out and harassing all of my employees at work with little swans in all of the holiday cards they're getting this year. My wife kind of rolled her eyes when she saw them. She knows she's getting attacked by an oragami army.

The book is so on point it is actually the book I got for my brother LAST hanukkah. I got him a signed copy when I went to a book signing with Patrick Rothfuss. I got myself a signed copy of "The Adventures of the Princess and Mr. Whiffle: The Thing Beneath the Bed." If you've never read it I recommend a look. It is a bit twisted. I generally read digitally so I didn't have a copy of Name of the wind so now I finally have a copy to force my wife and others around me to read.

The big item that weighed so damn much (monkey weight) was the Marvel Encyclopedia. A book I always look through at the local shop but never buy because it's one of those awesome things you want but you can never justify getting and carrying that sucker on the metro would be...problematic. The fact that my Santa saw this and thought me is proof that they are not only incredibly thoughtful but psychic, a genius, and most likely the prettiest person within a 50 mile radius.

I really hope my secret santa reads this and knows how much I enjoyed everything. They were truly thoughtful. It actually makes me want to step up my game for my giftee.