I just threw up. It's late. Swedish Fish and ice cream make for a horrible dinner. I feel like I've just woken up from a four month coma. Sleep now? Yes. But tomorrow I'll wake up fresh. Maybe a little disheveled due to staying up till 4am, but otherwise new and free and fresh. This has nothing to do with the new year. This has nothing to do with you. This is me. Finally.

Goodnight.