Well. I'm recovering. Without booze, without cigs, without sex (clearly)... so I've stocked up on lots of Holiday Chocolate and Chick Flicks. I have a big fluffy robe, my pink fuzzy slippers, and a box of tissues.
Being me sucks right now. But imagine Gloria Gaynor singing... "I Will Survive." Without the gay back-up dancers flouncing through my living room.
