The Dead Days

The dead days. The dead days are those days between Christmas and New Years Eve, when you wish everyone would get the fuck out the house and stop bothering you. You've had your fun, if you're lucky you exchanged your gifts, and you've already gained 5lbs, it's time to stop the madness and get back to regular everyday life.

Sure your mom took the extended vacation, so that she could spend time with her daughter for the holidays... (hypothetically speaking) But you want to lie around in peace, grub on some leftovers and chill, maybe even go out and have some pre-new years party action.

However, with Great Aunt Gabby sleeping in your bed this whole week, it might not be such a good idea to come in at 4 in the morning, drunk out of your skull and crash right next to her. Her hearing might not be so good, but she has the nose of a blood hound, and will tell everyone the next morning that the reason you had a "head ache" was cause you mixed darks and lights while throwin back shots with your "homies." (she likes to think she's "with it")

It's times like these when I truly empathize with Kevin McCallister's sentiments on his family.

"This house is so full of people it makes me sick. When I grow up and get married, I'm living alone. " "YOU HEAR THAT, I'M LIVING ALONE!"

God Help Us During the Dead Days.