Just got back into Austin the other night.
The two guys I sat between on the flight back were passed out so I didn’t feel as bad about the parade of hangover farts marching out of my jeans the entire flight.
I hope I didn’t make then dream of poor choices and musty eggs.
About 24 hours after landing, roommate and I hosted a new years party. Formal wear and friends made for a good new year.
Sounds cliche, but I hope this one’s starting fresh. Got some cobwebs left to clear in my head and broken goldfish crackers to sweep up in the house.
Happy Twenty Dozen, everybody.