By all accounts I shouldn't be here...

I've been keeping busy, crocheting, learning to knit and just generally losing what's left of my mind. On the upside, my mother is - probably temporarily - treating me with kid gloves and is actually acting like someone I'd like to know. For once.

And so we come to the Christmas season. Nutjobs - crazier than I - are killing innocents in shopping malls. I care about that. I do not care if BritBrit is still showing her hoohoo, what Lindsay is up to, or even PerezHilton's latest update on all the whoors in Hollywood. Although, they've certainly been entertaining lately.

There are more than a few things I wish I could go back and do differently and this season, more than any other makes me think about such things. There's nothing I can change about the past, but I can certainly go forward trying every day not to fuck up as badly as I did the day before.

So that's my message for you, and for myself really. You're doing pretty damn good if you can screw yourself up just a little less every day. Merry Christmas, y'all.