I put on my pajamas, fixed hot dogs for dinner, and now...I am watching Andrea Bocelli in concert at Central Park, singing "The Prayer" with Celine Dion.       clapping          It kinda takes the sting out of the fact that once again, as for most of my life, I have spent New Year's Eve, as well as most Christmas and Thanksgiving holidays, alone.  I am sick of pretending that it's ok and that I don't mind.  I'll finish up my pity party soon, and probably go to bed before 12:00.        impatiently waiting             Counting sheep           nap