I had something good to write about, but I went to a Christmas party and ate too much ravioli and drank too much Pinot [alcohol is my new "drink"...I'M JUST KIDDING (not really)] and all I can think about is how many more Christmas cards I need to write and how America is making me immune to honest self-reflection. The holidays make me want to do strange things...like call old boyfriends and spend too much money on wrapping paper (isn't there something about charity and good will toward men/women?) Instead all I can focus on are ginger bread lattes and my eyebrows (which desperately need to be taken into the Eyebrow Lady). Presents, gifts, and Christmas lights (I went to Target TWICE). It all just feels like one hellish finals week and I haven't been in school for eleven years.

Just for today, I feel stressed by the holidays.