I did it! I made it through the end of December without some retard saying something such as, "see you next year" followed by stupid laughter. You know who I'm talking about. It's nearly unavoidable. Some housewife or puberty-stricken moppet always hunts you down, poised for the fatal strike as you attempt to leave, thinking you made it out safely. "Leaving, Brian? Guess I'll see you next year. Hyuk, hyuk." Stabbings are more pleasant. But, I made it.