Welcome to 2008! I got here first, of course---a whole sixteen hours ahead of the west coast. When I called Sean at 2:30am on January 1st---right after I'd got home from my party---it seemed absolutely unfathomable that he was at his desk at work. But it was still only 10:30am on December 31st in San Francisco, and so of course he was. I said "Happy New Year from the future! And by the way, 2008 is great! I highly recommend it. Meet me here in sixteen hours."
By the time I called him again for his countdown in San Francisco, it was 4 o'clock in the afternoon for me, and I was sitting out by the pool getting eaten alive by mosquitoes and trying to work my way through Suite Francaise (I just can't get into it. Could you get into it?) New Year's Eve seemed a really, really long time ago. And 2007? About as over as Britney Spears' career. (Clue: so over.)
I'm off to Vietnam tomorrow for a few days with my mum and my brother, which seems like a pretty good way to kick off a brand new set of 365 days. So Happy New Year, Internet, and thanks for sticking by me all this time. I hope 2008 is healthy, happy, and hilarious for you all. May only good things happen for a long, long, long, long time.
(PS: New Year's Eve pictures are here, if you're interested in that sort of thing.)