I was all excited about what I thought was a romantic moment at the Christmas party. It turns out the woman who kissed me did so because I was standing under the mistletoe. And let me tell you, it wasn’t exactly a fun experience finding this out. Maybe more later if I can get over my shame, which is too intense right now. I’m going to curl up on the couch and watch the director’s cut of Blade Runner. I sure hope none of the restored scenes have anything to do with Christmas. Isolation score: 9.5.