Let's hope it's a good one.
Anyone have any delightful plans for the evening? I'm torn between venturing down to the newly reopened bar for whatever festivities it's planning to host and remaining home, where no doubt I'll end up drinking the bottle of pseudochampagne I have hanging around and logging on to AIM in the wee hours in search of conversation. All in all, the bar sounds saner and healthier, although I will almost certainly bum cigarettes if I go there.
Of course, I may also go to bed before midnight, exhausted from all the shoveling I have to get started on in a few minutes.
Happy New Year, FOT!
P.S. My new Newbridge hoodie has become my preferred snow-shoveling uniform. Thanks again, Jason! Law suit be damned.
