Mostly these days I'm just sad. That's it. I'm sad for me and for my sisters and my sweet little fruitcake of a Mama. No getting around it. Even though I've toyed with the idea of asking my old pal whiskey to escort me during this phase, I guess for now I'm just resigned to crawl through it on my hands and knees. Mostly sober.
No wonder I didn't get invited to any New Years Eve throw-downs this year.