Last night, my family didnt even make it to the New Years. Mom= Asleep at 9:30 Dad= 10 Tyler (and he almost made it)= 11:15ish Had I fallen asleep it wouldnt be the first ime I let the family down on New Years eve by succumbing to the seductive sound of sleep, but I did not. 4 mins of I rang bells and sang songs until everyone was on there merry way. Then the bell dropped and we all fell asleep. For some reason New Years doesnt hold the glamour it used to.... I woke up today and I felt like I'd been run over by a truck. Mind you, this was after 12 hours of sleeping and being completely sober. Not that I drink, lord no, heck we didnt even have any sparkling cider last night...everyone was already asleep. Ah well. Washed the van, cleaned the living-room free of boxes, then brought more down from the attic. Todays findings included a bowling ball, forgotten pictures, a glass window, a baby doll that never shut-up and repeated something along the lines of: Merrily we get out of [static static static] attic. At that point I was ready to bolt, but dad kept me reassured by surprsing me every opurtunity he reached. How I love my family. And this headache I have from being not hungover. Until tomorrow then, Your Nieghborhood Superman