I don't know if I'm ready, but I'm takin the plunge. Actually I think I'm ready. I'm ready not to live in an apartment anymore, pay rent, listen to my neighbors walk on my ceiling, listen to myself trying to be quiet so as not disturb the neighbors. I'm ready to be loud. I'm ready to make as much noise as I want to--I think I've earned that.
New Year's is overrated. I'm looking forward to spending the night inside, by the fire, drinking a couple of beers and holding my baby. I don't need to leave the house. I got enough of that for the past 15 years or so. And all I've got to show for it is a lot of foggy memories and bad headaches. I can't wait to sit in front of the TV and make all my memories there...are they going to cart out Dick Clark this year?
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