I didn't fall over, i didn't die, and after a few false starts i didn't even stall the bike.
I am so proud of myself.
Here's my "2007 in retrospective" post:
Except for the part where I met (re-met) Charles, it fucking sucked and I'm glad it's done.
that is all.
As of right now, unless i hear of a better idea that doesn't involve driving far, the plan is to avoid the drunks and spend the New Year's inside, being cuddly.
I've got vodka and charles, why go anywhere?