As I predicted yesterday, I wound up staying up until 6am this morning writing. Then my nephew and his new wife and my neice and her two kids came over. I was as sociable as I could possibly manage, but I really wanted just to be in bed. Oh well, they're gone now, so I can turn on the tv and nap in the chair for the rest of the afternoon.

Oh hell, it's New Years Eve tonight too, a holiday that I hate even more than my birthday (well, my birthday is only a holiday for me, but you know what I mean). I almost always get depressed on New Years eve because I'm almost always alone (as in without male companionship). For some reason valentines day doesn't bother me at all, but New Years Eve bums the hell out of me. Oh well, nothing to be done but to plunge in and come out the other side. Next year I'm going to sell 10,000 copies of my book, move to Seattle and find a husband (or at least a boyfriend with some promise). But for the rest of this year, I'm stuck in Maine, alone and poor and it's freakin New Years Eve. Yes, it's going to be a very long night.