User:	poisonpen
	Date:	2009-12-28 17:37
	Subject:	Four Days of Sloth
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The only thing I enjoy about this time of year (besides the cooler weather) is the holiday time off from work. This year it was Thursday Xmas eve through Sunday – huzzah! I went out with friends on Wednesday after work and had oodles of fun but also got T R A S H E D. I had eaten lunch at around 2pm that day and then ingested nothing else (but vodka drinks) during the marathon of fun that followed. I passed out at home without so much as eating a slice of bread to soak up some of the damage. And as we all should know by now: drinking on a empty stomach = horrid after effects.

Soooo my Thursday was pretty much a lost day. One spent in bed watching endless On Demand eps of tv shows containing lighthearted antics as well as movies of the same lighthearted ilk. The stupider the better because they distracted me while I battled a miserable queasiness that was coupled with an overall sense of impending doom. An impending doom sense is always triggered, at least in me, by the physical strain of a Bad Hangover. Once the physical aspects of the hangover subside, the doom slanted perspective fades away. After about 4pm I was able to eat delicious healthy steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes. All was right again with the world, so much so that my earlier anguished promise to myself to never ever ever drink again seemed melodramatic. And unpleasantly restrictive. Not surprisingly, I will not be honoring that promise! However, Stoli and I are having a trial separation.

Friday I spent the entire day doing productive and pleasant things around the home. I did not feel at all inclined to attend the various social enticements going and opted instead for lazy lounging about in solitude.

Saturday I assumed that because the weather was cold and gray that no one would be doing any after xmas shopping. I was so tragically wrong. Downtown was a nightmare scenario of epic proportions. After a futile and infuriating 40 minutes or so threading my way through the hordes of IDIOTS swarming the streets, I headed back home. But first, it started to rain. And I had no umbrella. I refused to buy one because I already have FOUR of them at home. So, I finally arrived home cold, wet and bitchy. The rain worsened and since none of the events going on that evening were seducing me enough to be social, I stayed in again. I was kind of getting the hang of this solitude/sloth thing and kind of liking it too!

Sunday I met a bunch of friends at Café Flore and we sipped hot spicy mulled wine for HOURS in chilly but lovely, clear weather. I went home around dusk feeling a little tipsy and glowing from the inside out (warmed red wine + mulling spices = cheerful glow!)

This past weekend was a wonderful and relaxing interlude in an annoying holiday month. Unfortunately, I had insomnia last night. (Too much relaxing over the weekend? What the hell?) Part of the insomnia problem may have been because I started watching the AbFab marathon on the BBC channel and continued doing so for 5 plus hours. Around 2am I still wasn’t sleepy so I started watching Factory Girl but I got totally into it and was less sleepy than ever. (Note to self: don’t watch something entertaining or interesting if you are trying to kick insomnia and get to sleep).

I finally panicked a bit when I realized it was 3:30 a.m. b/c I had to be up at 6 a.m. for the long shifts at work this week. BRUTAL. I’m at work now until 7pm and I am obsessively watching the seconds tic by as I gaze longingly at the space under my desk where I could curl up and catnap if I dared. I can’t wait to get home and slide into bed. Although I am going to try and stay awake until at least 10:30 so as to preclude another bout of insomnia that may happen because of going to sleep too early. 

This Friday is another holiday for me so three day weekend, ahoy! At this point I have no plans to participate in any festivities on New Year’s Eve. It’s too….well….too much of everything I don’t want to deal with – that’s the best way to put it.

I do have pleasant anticipation and excitement for the unknown that is 2010 though. We’ll see how it all plays out as the months roll by one by one.

	User:	poisonpen
	Date:	2009-12-22 18:09
	Subject:	Oh yes...I totally laughed!
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http://flavorwire.com/57909/stereotyping-people-by-their-favorite-indie-bands

	User:	poisonpen
	Date:	2009-12-21 17:04
	Subject:	I beg to differ...
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that this day is the shortest day of the year because -

it certainly feels like a fucking long-ass day to me.

	User:	poisonpen
	Date:	2009-12-16 18:14
	Subject:	Doppelganger
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I need one to take my place in the world for the next two weeks while the real me hides away and watches endless hours of movies and television all the while sipping spicy mulled wine and eating nourishing soups or stews.

I'd also settle for a robotic twin but I may have to just go on a sort of auto-pilot until it is finally January 1, 2010.

Clearly, this is my least favorite portion of my least favorite time of the year. I hate the next two weeks, when the U.S. crazily skids into the final days of the Xmas and NYE holiday crunch. I hate the holiday decorations, the herds of shopping-fixated crowds, the piped in Xmas music that stalks me everywhere. I just don't have the holly jolly in me and even if I did, it would have been squeezed out of me by now anyway.

I am also going to be working 10-11 hour days for the next 2 weeks (except Xmas day and New Year's Day) so I will probably be extra bitchy as well as exhausted - a delight to be around. I'm not even sure imbibing in adult beverages and frivolity is going to help matters. Morning dawns early, oh so early when you've been out late the night before indulging in the more fantastic and superficial pleasures.

It felt somewhat nice to vent that out. I now feel more ready to soldier on into the purgatory that awaits (unless that robotic twin or doppelganger arrives by this Sunday night).