Seriously, whoever is out there, the New Year doesn't start until Friday. F-r-i-d-a-y. Froiday. Freeday. Flailday.

No need to blow your stuff tonight when I have to work tomorrow.

Sush, go and count sheep. Or whatever. 1-2-3....999-999,1...999,2...

Just, no fireworks. *~^~°

That bonkers up my inner clock. *tik tok* It's pointing hysterically at New Year's Eve and is going all OMGnothing'sdoneshitflail.

*face smoothes pillow* Wait, doesn't it have to be the other way round?