Ceci n'est pas une gueule de bois.

Translation:This is not a hangover.

It should be, it really wants to be, but the fact of the matter is that I didn't feel terribly drunk when I left the party I was at last night. I should have been. What with the massive amount of F & V's I drank, coupled with the Scotch and beer, I should have been walking-into-walls drunk, but I wasn't. This, my friends and neighbors, is lack of sleep. This is what happens when you go to bed at 3 and wake up at 7:30.

I will survive.

Anyways, happy new year to everyone out there. I'm going to take a shower and hit the road- I'm heading to my grandparent's farm for a family gathering. Should be good- especially in the boat of a rental car I have.