I'm obsessed with time. If I'm going out, I count the minutes it will take me to get ready so that I can properly estimate what time I should leave my house. This is so I can roughly figure out the time I will reach my destination. If I have to wake up at a certain time, I count 8 hours(more, if possible) back to make sure that I get enough sleep beforehand. Mostly I do this when I'm not on vacation, 'cause I have to get up and go to class. I calculate the minutes so that I will arrive at class at the perfect time:Not too late to get a good seat, and not too early that I'll be all by myself in class. Being alone is a double-edged sword. Sometimes I can't stand all the talk, all the noise; but I'm afraid it makes me look like a loser. But most of the time I don't care. For New Year's Eve tonight I will stay home for the first time in years. It's funny how the older you get, and the more independence you earn, the more mellow and unwilling you are to party on. Happy New Year, kids. Happy New Year, KL. Happy New Year, US. Happy New Year, Australia. Happy New Year, Switzerland. ....The people I know in England are in KL now, so no need for me to say Happy New Year to them. I want my New Year's kiss.