somehow i haven't caught a cold in more than 7 years now. don't know what that's about, but i like it.

I'm not sure which is worse, the hangover, or the fact that I don't quite remember everything that happened at the holiday party.

I have had absolutely nothing to do at work today. Of course, some would consider that a Reason to Be Cheerful.

Drinking at office parties (to excess, anyway) is for da boids. I used to do it. There was a time when open bars and I were very fond of each other. Fortunately, I never had an embarrassing incident, but there was one holiday season I remember being very tempted to plant a big wet kiss on a very stuffy, laced-up senior member of staff - male. And it was the same year I couldn't quite remember how I got home (but I did).

That was the end for me.

Since then, in various "senior" positions myself, I have had the pleasure of being endlessly harangued by resentful subordinates who need Dutch courage to express their grievances, having normally polite colleagues lean drunkenly towards me and talk damply into my face, and held the inevitable disciplinary hearings for those who fell over, danced on tables or - memorably - pinched bottoms.

One time of the year I am glad to be on the sober side. In fact holiday drinking is for amateurs.

Just tried low fat Pringles. They are shit. Back to the regular ones and guilt.

Couldn't agree more.

I recall the year one of our secretaries puked next to my car.

I recall the year one of our secretaries took her top off, and I missed it.

People got so wasted at ours (open bar) that yesterday, when the Psychadelic Furs came into the restaurant for lunch, I was the only person who recognized them.

Or maybe that's not because they were hungover

Pringles suck period.

My Merril Mocs smell like feet.
And tall as I am, they're too close to my nose.

Had to run an errand in the bowels of 30 Rockefeller Plaza. Made me want to take drugs.

Am I allowed to post so many times on this thread in one day?

Luxury. Wandering around the bowels of Rock Center is the quality part of my day.

At this year's office party, I had the distinct pleasure of watching our executive assistant (who works for the president & several VPs) go from a quiet, shy guy into a screaming, bitchy queen. At one point, he flung his scarf dramatically over his shoulder to make a point and whacked me in the face. I was a model of restraint the next day--I neither teased him nor gave him stern warnings about not getting drunk at events where his bosses are in attendance.

I only got smashed at one of these things once--the drinks were very strong and hardly any food was served. Thankfully, I had enough presence of mind to leave before I did or said anything stupid. I can't believe I didn't pass out in the cab home.

Getting drunk at my office party is no different than getting drunk by myself any other time of year. Besides, I'm not easily offended and I already know all my dirty secrets.

Luckily I never needed to get drunk to tell management what I thought of them. Not that they ever listened nor could they do anything. No witnesses is the key.

What is it with people – friends, actually – who think it's okay to ask favors that require no small expenditure of your time to set them up and then never follow through? Like the guy who wanted to borrow my husband's van for moving today...so my husband took the time last night to clear out the van, take the seats out, and arrange for alternative transportation to work...guy never shows up, never calls. My friend who wants to borrow something I have on disk, requiring that I stop working and sort through my archives to find said disk, then...never shows up, never calls. Listen, you two: fuck off.

It's been a week and my fucking birth certificate ain't here yet. $27.50 FedEx from Jefferson City. The USPO does it better for 39¢. I repeat from otherwhere: "La vie en merde."

goddammit! uber has disappeared without warning. does anyone know if they've materialized somewhere else? there was some great writing from the early days of that site that i would have liked to have archive if i'd known they were going to pull the plug.

So far this month, we've had 25 inches of snow. The usual for mid-December is just over nine. I've been posting like crazy because I've been too sick to concentrate on anything for longer than about five minutes, and internet forums help pass the time. Can't get anything else done.

5 days of rain forecast. Here come the weeds.

You guys should count your lucky stars.

Here in NJ, the farmers markets closed at Thanksgiving. Re-open in late May.

FedEx says they delivered my birth certificate Wednesday at four pm. Left it outside my door. Yeah? In six inches of snow? Ignoring the sign I'd put on the door saying I was home, and that the doorbell works, and that I was sick and would take a couple of minutes to get to the door? Double shit.

Our air mattress no longer seems to hold air.

My back hurts so bad it's not even funny. I was hoping it would just be three more days of this but the morons at the moving company on this side screwed up our paperwork so badly it may be another three weeks on the floor once we are in Munich. I want a real f**&%$ing bed!