Once again emerging slowly from my post-holiday stupor, one in which I've done nothing much but eat leftover Christmas goodies and watch the second season of Lost on dvd. And napping of course. The holiday itself was busy--gathering after gathering in which there were an abundance of family, food, booze, and presents. I wound up with the aforementioned dvd's, a new fancy leather-bound journal, homestuffs like sheets, towells, and silverware. Today, the first venture out into daylight since Monday, to the craft store to pick up some collage papers I like to get everytime I'm in town. Soon New Years, 2007 already, and only the same resolutions--to be healthy (ie. no more raspberry sorbet for breakfast) to be fearless (ie. never avoid a situation because it scares me) and to be productive (ie. finish a couple of manuscript projects and keep wicked alice and dgp humming along..). I came to a realization not too long ago that no matter how incredibly fucked up personal things have been these last couple of months, things are remarkably good in my life even in spite of all that *knock on wood*. I have everything I need and could possibly want. Like cake, the rest is just frosting. Terribly addictive and seductive frosting. But I can take it or leave it.