Someone once said that alcoholism is a three-fold disease: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years...and I think it's safe to say that there is a damn good reason for that. Mustling through the holiday insanity sans any anesthesia is like (INSERT CLEVER METAPHOR HERE). It's like walking through a hailing snowstorm with x-ray vision (INSERT SELF-DEPRECATING REMARK ABOUT BAD METAPHOR HERE). So, after experiencing several bouts of loneliness, depression and paralyzing fear about the present, past and future, I am considering becoming a "wine connoisseur" for future holidays. I'm going to have to read up on wines before I know the appropriate lingo to say to get safely sloshed.

Negativity aside, I did have a wonderful Christmas eve and day with my boyriend. It was just everything leading up to it and coming after it that sort of through me...maybe it was the egg nog latte hangover...

Nonetheless, just for today, I'm grateful that Christmas came and went...