"...and, in case I don't see ya, good morning, good evening, and good night!"

Well I, for one, will be doing my best to drink myself into a stupor tonight. Given that I've managed to go the entire year without once succumbing to the ridiculously strong self-destructive urges I've had since January, I think it's time for some indulging. While I don't think making myself sick is a good idea, I can't deny that purging myself would have a certain poetry to it. Good ideas: eat something first, drink lots of water, thank Kev and Michelle's next door neighbours for allowing a bunch of drunken fools to crash their party last year, give big hugs to the friends who've helped me survive it all.

For those I won't be seeing tonight, all the best to you in the new year. Here's to a better 2008 than 2007 could ever dream of being, and happiness.