You know... I don't even know where to begin this. What kind of year was this? I can tell you easy enough. It sucked it blew and it may yet kill me. I really resent not being able to see my own future or those of the people around me. Seriously, it sucks.

Now I'm in New York on the brink of major holocaust. Who let the damn demons out? That's all I want to know. And why do I have to be the one to put them back in the hole? Yeah, it's good to be me. At least Simi's happy, she has plenty to eat for the ball drop. Of course I have to figure out how to keep several million people from seeing a riot of biblical proportions.

I don't know what the next year will bring me if I survive tonight, but I have no doubt that whatever it is, it will be interesting and probably suck too.

Peace (excuse me while I laugh at this).