I’m always a little depressed on New Year’s Eve. It has never been an occasion that particularly fills me with the urge to celebrate. Christmas, which is usually the fun part, is over, and all there is to look forward to is the artificial marker of midnight to mark the passage into another year. Another year that begins with two months of bleak winter, a return to work/school/reality, financial and often literal belt-tightening, as most of us begin the lengthy slog to lose the lbs gained over the festivities and it all kicks off with a stonking hangover* and a tongue that badly needs a shave.
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