As New Year's Eve hastily approaches, I start to grow melancholy about all of the pestilence of this past year and all of the good memories it bared. My best friend moved to Poland because he was going bankrupt, I had a scare from a friend and Leukemia and almost died from bad salami. And I couldn't have sexual intercourse with Nova. So these past memories will be off the plate in a few days, and we'll start again and brave new adventures. Let's think of everything we did, or major screw ups, our fondest thoughts, fits of mad inspiration, etc.