now it's time for New Year's Steve
Tim watched Captain America with me before he left for his bestie's party (it's less than a mile away), so I got my New Year's Steve on.
I'd like to note for the record that a migraine on top of a cold is the actual definition of insult added to injury. And nothing is making my head stop hurting. I hope I start 2016 pain free, if not cold-free.
Aw, I feel kinda bad for staying home just because I want to with all y'all feeing bad in various ways.
I am staying home because I have no alternative offers. Sad, but true.
Wanna come over, Plei? We're watching hockey and drinking mimosas.
We're arguing about what to watch or play and drinking champagne. I raise my glass in your general direction.
I'm not making it to midnight. Time for cough medicine and bed.
I hope 2016 rolls in nicely for everyone, and the whole year is kind to all of us.
Me update:
My headache is gone, and I am still awake. That might change soon though.
I"m opening my champagne at midnight Eastern, in the hopes that I can get a substantial portion of it drunk before I go to bed and won't have a sad, flat bottle to deal with tomorrow.
Operation Wash Dishes Counterclockwise is going okay, btw. It's not a difficult adjustment at all, so far, and I like having me drying rack in a corner instead of just hanging out next to the stove.
Happy New Year, East Coast. Finish up with Steve!
I forgot I had a commemorative champagne flute from a 5k. That'll do nicely.
Happy New Year!
(SuziQ, I hope 2016 hurts less than the end of 2015.)