The new year is off to a rather quiet start. I spent New Year’s Eve at a party at a co-worker’s house. Believe it or not, I didn’t wind up blind drunk and puking in the backyard by the end of the night. On the contrary, over the entire course of the evening, I had exactly two beers and a half-glass of champagne to ring in the new year at midnight. The party was a very low-key affair, most of which I spent getting my ass kicked at pool. I drove home perfectly sober, and I was in bed just after 1. I was a very good boy.