...and I feel fine.

We're celebrating the New Year at home this time...nuts, we know. Had dinner at Augusta Grill, which was lovely, then headed home for a quiet night (although are both enjoying glasses of Veuve Cliequot). Hope you a-holes are having a blast out on the town, living it up. Jed's working on some seriously bad karma, as he hopes that you all get DUIs and spend the night covered in your own puke, surrounded by drunk Furman frat guys, in the Greenville County Jail. Bastards. I personally am wishing you a more pleasant evening (as we all know that I'm the nice one), one filled with throngs of pushy people smelling of B.O., fighting to get to the bar for a half-filled plastic cup of warm Budweiser, and getting so twisted you pass out in the car, poop yourself, or wake up tomorrow morning next to Danny Devito.

Anyway, keep on rockin' in the free world.