It's not the New Year, yet, where I live. I fucking hate holidays like this. I chose the night shift so that I didn't have to talk to or be in the general proximity of another human being any more than I have to, and then all these obnoxious norm bastards come out of the woodwork to ``celebrate'' some arbitrary marker to delineate one year from the other like it's something special. I'm tired, and I want to take a nap, but I can't because it's so damn loud.