You know what I hate about New Year's Eve? The pressure that you have to do something and, if you don't, you're a loser. I mean, everybody knows that it's an overrated night out and never as fun as one might think. But regardless of that, there's still pressure for you to do something—anything, really... just as long as you don't stay home alone.
So anyway, I'm going to dinner with a friend because I feel as if I should go out (and I haven't seen her in ages anyhow), and after that I'm coming home.
Happy new year!