New Year's Eve Blues

Feeling better, but not well enough yet to wanna go get trashed at Murphy's pub in Manchester.

After we ate dinner tonight, Wes rounded up about twenty OLFDers here in the Rye house and he's heading them out to hit the streets in Portsmouth until midnight - indeed, we are that hardcore.

But as for me, I'm staying in this New Year's Eve. Typing this on my laptop, and I'm about to hit the sheets two hours before 2008. Oh well. Priorities: after all, it won't be much of a New Year without a Ron Paul presidency. ;)

Early tomorrow, I'm moving out of the Rye house and I'm destined for Miltonburough, where I'll be the assistant house captain along with Panama Harry (he's not quite as crazy as his nickname makes him sound, but he is a character).