The year died last night, and the heavens wept.

How appropriate.

I saw many good friends. I drank until 5 in the morning. I won at beer pong; I lost at beer pong. I started smoking just so that I could give it up for my New Year's Resolution. I leapt from rooftop to rooftop.

I slept on a couch for three hours and woke up dehydrated and confused.

I blearily stepped outside and rejoiced in the fact that this January 1st there was no sun to bother my trembly eyes.

"Well, I'm alive," I thought as I put on my sunglasses despite the overcast.

"So far, so good."