Isn't social life towards the end of the year exhausting? One is expected to be in a dozen different places at the same time plus have fun in all of those places, and then repeat the whole thing the following day and another and another and... and so on. No wonder one feels like a dry leaf towards the end of the year.
I wonder why people feel the need to socialise at this time of year... the short days, the cold and usually dismal weather? There's one thing I know: I much prefer the cosiness of home and a good book or, as is lately the case, a comp to having to spend time with people I hardly know or even dislike, possibly in clothes I can't stand and shoes that will give me blisters.
