Party Boy

It's 10pm on December 31, 2003. There's a little divot in my breastbone where my chin rested as I slouched on the sofa and watched VH-1's Top 100 One-hit Wonders. I hope I can get this drool spot out of my shirt. I must have dozed off there for a bit. It's another big night on Hunt Ridge, folks. Oh, will these wild times never stop?

Let me know if there was anything worth staying up til midnight for, okay? If you see me tomorrow, I'll be the smug one who is well rested. Good night until next year.