So...amongst the feelings i'm trying desperately to avoid ( we all know what they are ) I felt I owe myself a proper Christmas dinner. So after my usual 3 hours of sleep I set about getting ready. 1 Bottle of wine and 5 hours in the kitchen later and I ended up with what was the best bloody Christmas dinner I've ever had. You know one of those times when everything seems to go right? Well as far as cooking is concerned anyway! So after eating I sat back and thought isn't it just typical that in the midsts of suicidal feelings, a profound sense of unhappyness and lonleyness I cook up a cracker of a meal and there's no bugger here to enjoy it with me. What I can't figure out at the moment is whether or not I'm more pleased with how dinner went or depressed that there's no one here to enjoy it with. Oh well, bit of a random post I know... but... I haven't got anyone else to talk too Merry Christmas everyone. A fleeting moment of cheer from me i'm sure, but enjoying it whilst it lasts.