Happy Passing of a Moment to Celebrate the Artificial Control We Believe We Have on Time!
The “New Year.” A time for resolutions to be made, then broken. A time to think back on the past year, and leave out all the times when we were real assholes. A time to pretend like the world is unified by the passing of time.
I don’t know about all of you, but to me New Year is a time to get drunk when everybody else thinks that’s a fine idea as well.
I’ll be lifting a $2.50 bottle of Champagne to all of you come midnight, Eastern Standard Time.
Happy New Year!
