so who is at home,alone, on new year's eve?

i am, and i can't even talk to my babycakes online

 

Happy New Year sweety. Sweet dreams.

 

I was going to go out partying but I decided against it. A bunch of sexually frustrated drunk college kids plus sober little old me isn't a great combo.

So I'm sitting at home watching all bazillion hours of the 10th Kingdom eating some of my birthday cake and drinking amazingly good strawberry chocolate chile pepper tea (aka Azteca Fire.. holy shit amazing). And knitting.

 

I just got home from work a while ago, I think I'm gonna go to bed soon.

 

well i'm not entirely alone and for once i'm not despirately wishing i was. but i am at home, even on here and doing this.

on the radio i'm listning to richard dunk on kvmr playing his old live greatful dead recordings, which will continue till midnight, at which time quark, straingeness and charm will take over.

i can't immagine a better way for a year to end then with the dead, or a new one begin then with quark, straingeness and charm.

other then that, yah me and wifie are sitting here mellowing. some of our neighbors, i heard them earlier, i only heard them so i have no idea which, have some fireworks, which i'm reasonably certain they'll set off and the stroke of midnight.

as i'm writing this it's about zero minus an hour and a half, give or take, pacific standard time.

 

I'm here at home on new year for the 18th time in a row, but probobly the last time for a while.