In about 10 minuets I will leave for my doom... The New Years Party at the Hilton. (Insert SCARY music). Luckily today I had a little bit of freedom, but as the old calender is tossed aside to make way for the new, I will probably feel like that trapped rabbit; claustrophobic, and squirming. I just hope people decide enough is enough and put down their bottles and pick up their heads (or rather put them down on a soft pillow). But drowning is evident. Happy End of the Year to everyone. Hopefully I will see the next one. Have a lot of safe, (well, if you have explosives I'll understand) non-alchoholic fun that you will remember.