New Year's Revolution and The FThrax

So one of my new year's resolutions is to revolt against the Season Affective Disorder with which I've been self diagnosed. Every winter I have the urge to stage my own death and move to Spain. I've never even been to Spain, so I'm not entirely sure why I've decided I'd be happier there. It's not like they don't have winter.

One particular concerning side effect is my craving for sweets and starches. I've been sucking down sugar like it's going out of style, which, of course, it never will. Would love to hear if anyone has any experiences with SAD and how they have remedied the situation (or not). Some have suggested light therapy, but I'm going to go with alcohol.

As a complete nonsequitur, when I get good and pissed at someone, I dream of sending them the Fake Thrax, powdered sugar in an unmarked enveloped. Now I'm not saying that I would ever do that, I'm just saying that I dream of it.

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Project Alcohol: Fierce

Got trashed last night... even shook my ass a bit. It was great.

I always feel especially accomplished on the nights I am able to go out and get drunk; mostly because usually I'm home watching movies on my laptop with a cat under each arm; not that that's a bad thing.

Last night I went to Fashion Forty, a bar an old friend of mine co-owns.

I wasn't there to see him though in the past I used to visit him every once in a while since I work around the corner.

Once when I stopped by, he didn't appear for an hour.

When I finally saw him, I told him I had been looking for him, his response was,

"Yea, everybody's looking for me."

I didn't bother to visit him again.

Get over yourself.

There will be more drinking in the late afternoon at my company Christmas party at Spanky's Barbeque.

I'm going to have to get drunk just to deal with being in a place called Spanky's.

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