So while everyone else is drinking themselves into a proper state of inebriation, I am curled up in bed with my dog in a mild food coma from my dinner I just devoured and watching MSNBC's "Lock Up" (I literally watched this show for seven hours straight on Christmas Day). I am mentally and physically willing myself not to drift off into a unicorn inspired dream filled with dancing puppies and mountains made out of funfetti cake. Why you may ask? Not because I feel the need to mark yet another year pass and watch some ridiculous shiny ball drop from the sky to mark said transition into yet another year. After twenty two years of life on this earth, and I still cannot understand why the new year is such a big deal. It comes, it passes- so what? Anyways, I need to stay awake so that I can pick up my lovely friend Jenn at the airport. When does she land? Midnight. Poor girl thought she was landing at 12 noon today. Yet another reason why I think we need to switch to the 24 hour clock.
