A party I regret

 I might go to sleep soon. Tomorrow is New Years' Eve, quite a exciting time for, well, everyone. I mean, the year 2008 is going to conclude, and 2009 is just aroud the corner! How exciting is that? But as I look back, I remember there is one party I regret not going to.

The year is 2004. All my friends are invited to go to Morte Mill to celebrate the new year. I would've went, but I said I was too busy. Busy? Yeah, right. Uh, I just didnt want to go, but I couldnt tell anyone that. Steve told me all about it afterwards, or at least I think he did? I thnk they had a good time/. You know, woot for them. But the one thing that sort of irked me was that Bill went, and I haven't seen him since. I mean, Im pretty terrible with communication. Maybe I should call him.

Anyways, uh, Happy New Year! That, is if I don't see you before then.