​So, once more you spend a month dynamiting a crater in the finances, just for one day. Then spend a week plus constant on/ off  drinking until all the days lose any sort of meaning, and you start to get a bit of cabin fever.

Coincide this with the looming start of a new year where you’re supposed to make big promises of change you know you’ll likely not keep.

All the while hoping this year might be better than the last one that was just crimped off, and refuses to flush.

I’m done with resolutions. Just keep going… That’s heroic enough.