I deserve to be sent to blogger jail for the pathetic amount of entries published in the month of December (the month in which I have been unemployed and, therefore, had nothing better to do than the one thing I tell everyone I'm doing), and, especially, over the last week. The only blog I posted (other than this one) was written while under the influence of an "after dinner drink" (absinthe), a substance I have since discovered has the highly dangerous effect (for me) of making one feel that everything she says and writes is nothing short of genius (I'm, clearly, not responsible enough to blog in such a condition, as I just re-wrote the post below that I do recall thinking was high-larious)...God, only knows what kind of political babble I spewed out to my friends (thankfully, they knew me in my Mall Bangs and Make Up days and so nothing I do now could really ever shock them).

I can only blame myself, the pervasive experience of food coma, and my strange new level of relaxation during this month of Post Corporate America Detox. Now, that I'm not working, I have no idea how I managed to function in such a chronic state of stress (salsa). I can't believe how plugged into the matrix I was. I'm sorry, but no amount of pedicures is worth feeling like an orange being cut and squeezed into a juicer for every last drop....I guess there's a reason why people take vacations.

Just for today, I can relax during the holidays (and still maintain my commitment to blogging).