52/308: Goodnight

So I didn't know if I'd e able to stay awake this late, but it looks like I did, and now I have to wonder why. There will be cherry bombs going off, and horns blowing and such, but that's pretty much all that will distinguish this from any other Wednesday night. I didn't even pick up anything special to drink this year, and I don't want another beer. It appears that I'm old. All I'm thinking of right now is that in a few minutes I will be going to bed, and be glad to crawl under the covers. Maybe I'll eat an extra square of chocolate. Damn, if my younger self could see me now I'd never reach this age. I'd have died of chagrin.

Happy New Year. Goodnight.