The good old holiday hangover, hooray! I tried to analogize my christmas misadventures to scenes from Home Alone, especially the scene where Kevin tries to be responsible and goes grocery shopping, but the bags break on the way home. When my bags broke, instead of a Macaulay Culkin smirk, my bipolar mind kicked in.

It stuttered: "Is this finally it? Can I stop worrying about losing it, and just lose it? I could just punt that smug eggnog carton clear across the street, leave this crap in the gutter, replace dinner with cigarettes, and spend all night predicting the real-world effectiveness of Home Alone boobytraps by crossing a physics analysis with predictive psychology. Whoa, what? No, breathe and slowly pick up that carton, slowly… slowly."

You know. I put the rest on my blog, as I can't embed movie screen shots in here! (in signature)