The only word I can think of to describe my mood now that Christmas is over and NYE approaches, is. Conflicted.
I could spend NYE at home, curled up on the coach, watching movies, eating popcorn, drinking hot chocolate. And be ever so happy.
Or I could throw on the tux, hit the club, looking as handsome as is possible for someone like me, talk to "my boys", and stagger home passing out on same said couch. And be ever so miserable.