Er. Happy New Year.
I went to bed around 5PM yesterday, with the intention of getting up at 8:30 and going to Jay's party to see some of my former Getty co-workers, then going up to Capitol Hill to hand with Dan and the rest of that crew.
I woke up at 11:45. Too late to do anything really, so I just laid there and listened to the fireworks being set off in the neighborhood. I checked my alarm clock. Apparently, I'd set it to "music" rather than "alarm", which wasn't loud enough to wake me. Then I went back to sleep.
I was talking to Mercedes this morning and she wondered what sleeping through the turn of the year meant. I told her I didn't know, seeing I've been pretty much awake for all the ones I can remember...I guess we'll find out.