It's the last day of
2012. The world is
still here.
Unfortunate?
I'm supposed to be out,
sequined,
champagned,
on the arm of a cute guy.
Instead, I'm at home, alone,
tipping back homemade cosmos -
their alcoholic content
not as high as I'd like.
Weight loss goals start
tomorrow. Always
tomorrow, but this time
for real.
Really.
But tonight?
Tonight, I drink.
Alone.
Happy new year.
