I didn't do anything. I went to bed at quarter past twelve, mainly because I was bitterly disappointed that nothing amazing happened at the stroke of midnight. It was the same as any other fucking night.
Also, on Boxing Day I drank about five drinks or so of Jägermeister, which, although I was not nearly drunk, made me incredibly sick. It could have been drinking it as I ate a bowl of spaghetti...
Whatever. Anyway, my New Years was just as boring as any other day here in Middla Nowhere, Australia.
Happy New Year.
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