Come On New Year

It's 11:20 p.m. on New Year's Eve.

The only reason I'm awake is because the kids are determined to see 2013 through. They are both experiencing the crash part of a sugar high though, and Big Kid has been ranting non-stop about the word "selfie" being added to the dictionary. He is pissed. I don't disagree with him, I just don't have the same passion about it, I guess.

He's also pretty cranky about the musicians being featured on the NYE cable programming.

little kid is rambling semi-coherently about Minecraft and just declared that Panic in the Disco "sucks."

I don't know that I can do it for 40 more minutes. The ranting, the music, the year, or the Minecraft.