Auld Lang Why?

My apartment is freezing around the perimeter, so I have burrowed into the middle. Fortunately, that's where the TV is and my computer is portable, but I fear that I've become some crumb-speckled stereotype. I'm wrapped in a blanket, I'm checking Facebook and I've re-discovered the Christmas can of Pringles.

I swore I wouldn't eat all my Christmas candy in a few days. Oh well, I perjured myself, but I did so deliciously.

I'm currently enjoying being a hermit, but a certain very social day is coming up and I'm feeling a little concerned. Yes, it's almost New Year's Eve, or as I like to think of it, the night I get all maudlin and start to cry over drink specials about all the things I didn't do that year. After a few sloppy nights, including one awkward one with just the parents and a bottle of sparkling wine, I had decided that I would stay home every year from now on, but now I'm wondering if maybe I shouldn't go out.

After all, wouldn't the best way to ensure this decade is very different from the last would be to try something different? If I do go out, watch out if I'm drinking beer. Than the forecast of me getting weepy and treating you all to a boozy rendition of a Bruce Springsteen song gets very, very good.