I’m not much of a party guy. In fact, I really don’t do any ‘partying’. Last night I was in bed by around 1:30, and it was only that late because I had to pack for a weekend event I’m a part of that starts this morning at 8:30. Why is it that I feel like I’ve been partying for six days straight and have been eating solid rocks? I’m gonna have to pillage through the ol’ first aid kit to find some out-dated antacids or something.
It’s a new year. And we’re mostly still here. Rejoice.