Last year, I spent New Year’s Eve in a hospital bed watching Ryan Seacrest’s ball drop on a teeny tiny television. I think it was Ryan Seacrest. It may have been an old episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta, I don’t know, I was on a lot of drugs.
This year, knock on wood, will be different.
How can it not be…I’ve got donuts.
Have a safe and happy new year, y’all!