I hope everyone has a safe and happy celebration, whether you're dancing in a 12-foot tall cocktail glass for the benefit of jaded sophisticates, or sitting home alone drinking with your cats like a normal person, and wish you guys a better -- a much
better! -- New Year.
Thanks to the International Date Line (motto: "Find your Pacific Islander match now!") I entered 2018 a day ahead of everyone back in the States. It wasn't encouraging. Trump was still president, Paul Ryan was still a dickhead, and Netflix still had international streaming restrictions on most of the movies I wanted to watch. I'm willing to give this new year a reasonable chance at being less than totally sucking, but after enduring 2017, I'm not holding my breath. Anyway, best New Year's wishes to Scott, Mary and Sheri and all the fine commenters at WoC. May 2018 be backpain free, provide full employment, and make every stray cat healthy and loved by a family that isn't allergic.
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