Happy 2005

I thought I'd stay in for New Year's Eve this year. I've decided that if you spent New Year's in front of a TV or in front of a TV camera, your evening sucked. There was nothing on TV. But I'm glad I was one of the people changing the channels and complaining about the lack of programming instead of one of the drunks caught on camera .

I saw some horrid Billy Idol performance on TV with about eight women screaming for him while he sang. I think they were paid.

I bought some nice food and a bottle of champagne for tonight. D didn't like the champagne so I drank almost the whole bottle myself. I didn't care for it too much. It didn't taste very good. And no, I didn't let the paper bag touch my lips.