I am returning to South Carolina tomorrow. Actually, I guess, it's really later today. But, in my mind, the day isn't actually over until you go to sleep for the night. No, naps don't count, so my little system won't let you get a few winks at noon on Christmas Eve and wake up an hour later ready to open presents. This is only sleep that takes place after the sun goes down.
It's just one of those things in my head that doesn't really belong there. Midnight is so... absolute. Like right now, the events that are taking place in my life, notably writing this entry, should be cataloged in my memory with the things that happened in the past 14 hours, not the ones that will happen after I wake up, because this is an extension of them, not a precursor to the ones that will happen tomorrow.
New Year's Eve is a weird case, though. Partly because of the ball tradition (that is really kind of stupid, actually) and partly because my birthday is the next day (which is kickass, because whenever I do subtraction from the current year to my birthyear, there is never a time that it's not correct). When you stay up and watch horrible television while drinking things in anticipation of ringing in the new year (which is a retarded expression, not unlike "not for nothing"), that immediately starts a new year, but not the new day. Don't you wish you could rent space in my head?
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