I'm drying off and heading out to take a train to eat dinner with Nic. We will then row, er, drive to San Jose, feed our feral cats, and come sedately home again. I'm hoping it absolute pours in SF tonight, the better to keep all the noisy local drunken students and yuppies inside their flats, rather than keeping me awake all night.
Ah, age....
Happy New Years, all.
Wm Shatner is on Comedy Central singing.
I have perhaps not said this enough -- Shatner's album, Has Been, KICKS ASS!
No really. It's very good.
I'm dining upon chips and pimiento cheese, and partaking of an off-brand Irish cream libation. I'll be going to bed likely before midnight as tomorrow I work a double shift.
I think the last time I actually went out on New Year's Eve involved a "Watch Night" thingy at a Baptist church. I brought homemade donut holes.
Harvey just stole a pringles.
You had a potato chip stolen by an invisible bunny?
I just put a double batch of ginger macadamia nut brownies in the oven.
Who wants to come help me eat them?
So far, my very exciting New Years includes eating microwaved Indian food, calling my sister, and watching The Waltons. I also called my parents, but they're not home; apparently they have more of a life than I do.
sounds good to me.New tag: Smart or pretentious?
They should be ready in about an hour.