Gotta catch up here...
December 27. Not much going on there. I think that day and the next -
December 28
- I spent bemoaning my womanhood. I spent most of the 28th in bed, aching.
Holidays are great.
Yesterday was the only day I didn't drink, and the one day I should have. Because yesterday someone historically selfish and spoiled told me what a mean and cold person I am. That person has a horribly selective memory.
Life is brutal. To prove it, I'm holding that party to their word.
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