They need to invent a pill that I can take each November and drop into a coma. And then I wouldn't have to wake up until it was time to leave for Las Vegas.
Maybe I could get my sister to wheel my vegetative body into the airport and then they could give me an injection or something after the plane takes off.
I don't like November. I don't like what November does to me. I don't like what November reveals to me. About myself. About my friends.
So I could just take the pill around the 23rd or so, or whenever I feel myself start to crumble. Whichever comes first.