You can dance if you want to

New Years plans. We don't have any yet. The thing is, on most days, I don't like crowds. And New Years is exceptionally crowded. And the crowd as a whole is drunk. Speaking of drunk, I feel that it is time to get uproariously drunk. It has been awhile, so I'm probably due anyway. If only I could drink at work without giving myself away . . .

Let's see. Marathon training? Check. School's out for the semester? Check. Final grades yet? Not yet. Work busy? Check. Christmas stuff done? Mostly check. Naps? Working on it.

Oh Wednesday, you are not the day of week I want to wake up with.