Happy New Year! This one sucked immensely less than last year. I rang in the New Year on the way to being happily drunk, with a very Cute Boy of my very own next to me, and a glass of champagne in hand, instead of on my way to being unhappily drugged up, with my sister and her boyfriend sitting near the hospital bed, sipping cranberry ginger ale. The best part of that was the compression socks that inflated and deflated; it was like always getting a foot and calf massage. The best part of this was snuggling up to a warm TCB in a chilly house.