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I get home about an hour before midnight from work. I'm tired but I have a bottle of "champagne" in the fridge, so there is that. I sing to the dog and go to change from my work clothes.

In my bedroom I realize that my choice of leisure attire tonight might influence my entire next year. I look at the cute nighties and the classy gowns and then finally I see the old sweatshirt and ratty yoga pants.

2010 might be the year I just give up.

*drinks into oblivion*

Oh, hey, "Burn Notice" is on...