New year’s eve I saw the Kings from the fourth row center ice behind Gene Simmons and his family. Then we went dancing at La Cita and rang in 2012 with back-to-back-to-back Smiths songs. Then Lindsey and I both got sick and we took a sick day together and got hopped up on codeine-enhanced cough syrup and watched most of season two of The League.

2012 has been kind of weird so far.