The last time I saw midnight on New Years Eve was the dawn of the new millenium when everyone was freaked about Y2K. I actually secretly hoped the computers would crash, because I enjoyed playing albums on turntables at the radio station, a practice that went away with computers (and the fact that they didn't make vinyl albums anymore). Maybe..just maybe, this 19th century man would be at one with the world. Well, Y2K didn't happen, and I haven't seen the ball drop since. I'll be either happily asleep or happily watching the Twilight Zone marathon at the stroke of 12. Gotta run..the Monstors are due on Maple Street. Happy New Year!