I Beleive in Miracles....

This has gotta be some kind of christmas miracle. Its 11:42 on a saturday and I am NOT finding myself curled up in fetal position lying naked on the cool tiles of my bathroom with a porcelain pillow. There are a couple things I could contribute this to. Was it the waitress feeding us subway at the bar last night? maybe it was the salami sandwich I at ate at 3 in the am. Maybe it was the feeling of watching Javier Bardem run the maddest game in vicky christina barcelona. Thats right, I watched Vicky Christina Barcelona and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Now I make no apologies for this I just hope people still read this blog after they find out.
I really need to find out exactly what it was that prevented me from obtaining my usual degenerate state of being and fucking bottle that shit.