The holidays are tough. Every feeling is intensified, the pressure to be merry is smothering and, ironically, I think it’s the easiest time of year to feel dissatisfied. But buck up. Actually, cheer the fuck up. We’re all alive, and we’re all loved. Hell, I love you. Do something to spread it around tonight. I’m really glad that you visit Group Hug, and that some of you have stuck with me for over 5 years now. Thank you. Happy New Year. Drink some champagne, tell someone you love them, and do something GOOD to confess about. Not all confessions are bad, you know. GROUP HUG!