Whelp, Tired Now.

It isn't really all that late, but I go to bed pretty early these days, so I'm going to make this particularly quick. I did the birthday party thing, which was a lot more successful then I actually thought it was going to be. I didn't really want to do a party this week, or maybe at all, because there's so much crammed into the holiday season that I feel that doing something for my birthday is a bit tacked on. Or crammed in. Or whatever. When I was a little kid, I loved it, because it was just one holiday gift/food thing after another, but now that I'm a lot older, I often just want things to blow over with as little fanfare as possible.

But I got there, and people pretty much bought me one beer each. I was doing pretty well, by just taking it slow, but people wanted to make sure they got their drinks in, and so the ending of the evening is a little hazy. There's my usual weird hangover that results - no head ache, but my joints feel out of sorts and I spent most of the day in a bit of a daze. My body treats a hangover like recovering from a particularly bad case of food poisoning, which is particularly apt.

Still, a great night.

During the winter, I often feel driven to kind of talk about my take on the holidays. The whole family thing, the rampant consumerism, ect, whatever. I'll just leave it at this - I don't especially like the holidays, and I feel like the Norman Rockwell fantasy mixed with getting the decorations up for Christmas pre-Thanksgiving, even, in order to start the big sales sooner is some kind of combination of societal hypocrisy and weird delusion. That said, winter totally sucks, which is probably why we spend about a third of it trying as hard as we can to party it away and, I guess the two months after that just dipping into the leftover holiday booze and hoping spring gets here soon.