I hate it when the holidays are over. Not only do I have to give up an excuse to drink without abandon on any given day, but when I return to work after break there's this air of productivity floating around that makes it next to impossible to get away with doing nothing all day. Top it off with an over-zealous father who's biting at the bit for me to get into law school, and it's very unlikely that I will have any fun from the hours of 9-5 throughout the months of January and February.
I used to think I had SAD (seasonal affective disorder) because of my complete disdain for the cold, dark months of January thru March, but comedian Denis Leary recently put me in my place on that one, stating something on the order of: "so you have this thing where you like to sit around on the couch and eat, and you're depressed because it's cold? it's called winter, asshole, get over it." So, although I'm not really over it per se, I no longer believe that I have SAD. I do however, believe that anyone who gives up drinking as a NY's resolution is a masochist. There's no other explanation for someone giving up a perfectly good source of entertainment during months with very little else to offer...
