i hate this time of year

i hate that you have to be cheerful
i hate that it's cold and my boiler is not working
i hate that i drink too much and do idiotic things
i hate that stupid songs get stuck in your head (let it snow, my arse!)
i hate that people decide they want to see you now: you've had 330 other days to do so!
i hate that sinking feeling that next year will be the same as this one, which was the same as last one, which was the same as...

and yet, i am still remarkably chirpy. must be the sun shining through the office window (last time this year! did I say?)