First the red solo cup and then the blue solo cup.

Wine and champagne are no longer on my game plan. I haven't even had my "one per year Jack Daniels and ginger ale highball on my birthday" (tall with a lot of ice and a cherry) for the last 4-5 years. When I think of all the people at the Rolling Rock brewery who lost their jobs when I quit drinking...

Christmas dinner was a care package plate my buddy brought over yesterday when he came to give my dog his present. New Year's Eve I will probably just grab some pizza.

Swinging single that I am...

The holidays used to really bum me out. I would get really sad and depressed about being alone. Now though, accepting how much I really dislike being around people and crowds, accepting that it's the manifestation of the PTSD, I'm good with just hanging around the house with my furry son. I worked 21 of 22 New Year's Eves and really don't like it. I haven't gone out for New Years even once since I quit playing.