So New Year's Eve was pretty uneventful. I didn't even go out anywhere. I didn't even have anyone to kiss at midnight. You know, last year (2005), I went to the Crossroads, watched Dead At the Box Office, played Rocky Horror trivia and got nearly naked and drunk in the process. Best frickin' New Year's Eve ever. (Sammi and I were so drunk! *ha ha!*) This year, I just stayed at home, played around on the computer a bit and did a little drawing. So now that I've 'fessed up to this, everyone can point their fingers at me and laugh for being so geeky and pathetic. I should've made plans in advance. *ugh*

Yesterday was no better at work. I was sober, and cranky at the fact that I was sober on New Year's Day. Everyone that came in to rent movies was cranky that the store was wiped out from the previous day, and they were taking their anger out on me. I am convinced that if I stay there longer, I'll end up snapping and taking out a couple dozen customers in the process.

I don't even really have anything to write about. How sad is that? I'm rambling on for my own sake.