So the original plan was for me and Bonnie to stay in, order food and watch movies after all that Gremlin killing, but Lyle decided to come by and crash our movie night and now we've been forced out. So if anything crazy happens I'm so blaming Lyle, because we would have been safe in my apartment otherwise. At least that's what I'm telling myself.
I don't really see the point of celebrating the new year. Way I see it, it's just another day. It's not any better or worse than the one before it unless you decide to make it that way.