january 1 in twenty-seven

I have a miserable cold. I don't know about sleeping tonight, so I may be whipping out the sex and the city movie. Last night I did go out to the bar, but we left before eleven because, for one, I wasn't really in the mood to drink because I feel like poo, and also because a night in with the tv just sounded so much nicer. And it was. I fell asleep around two, which was much too late for me. Today I did make it out to the store. I feel pretty crummy though so I didn't do anything else. And that's all from me. Happy 2014.