Hot Fleas in the Gulping Dark*

It's New Year's Eve. I don't know about you, but I had a rough year. Who am I kidding? Collectively, we've all had a hard time, what with the global warming and wildfires and floods and the peaceful protestors who kept looting all the stores and the wars and mass shootings and other such massacres and the price gouging and record profits along with massive layoffs and mandatory RTO and how all the famous people we didn't know but meant so much to us went ahead and died and the collapse of the global NFT market and your weird relatives who don't believe in vaccines ruining Thanksgiving and Prime Video showing ads now and on and on and it went.

The good news is it's almost over. In a few hours, give or take, 2023 will become a distant memory as the new year works its way across the globe. Twenty-Twenty-Four is going to be an excellent year. Okay, probably not. I expect it will be a catastrophe. But it will be a year, you have to give me that much. A leap year, even. That's a whole extra day of dystopian mess we get to enjoy. And it's an election year — everywhere. It's gonna be gross.

Personally, I plan to ring in the new year by putting my phone on silent and going to bed around 9:30 or 10 PM ET. It's tradition.

Happy New Year!

^*Taken from Dylan Moran on Death, Religion and Mobile Game Addiction