(corn, pre-dairy rendez-vous)
Throw a party. It's one thing to be stressed out about work. Another to acquiesce to the idea of living in and wearing filth. But, lethargy or not, there's absolutely no excuse to be anti-social.
Especially when the weather is so pleasant (at least, it looked that way through the living room window. I couldn't actually tell, given my self-imposed 24 hour exile with the Comedy Central DVDs). It's bound to get cold soon. And the ideas of backyard get-togethers will have to wait until next year. Like promises to lose weight. Get out more. And actually take down the white Christmas lights that manage (barely) to look good year-round.