Here’s hoping your night was better than mine. Suffering from a migraine practically all day meant a lot of couch time, interrupted occasionally by brief bursts of energy just powerful enough to propel me all the way to the nearest toilet. There I would hold on for dear life to that porcelain life preserver as the final remnants of 2008 forced themselves from my stomach.

My current condition of a fuzzy head, slightly blurred vision, and churning stomach may mimic that of countless others across the country but rest assured that I had a lot less fun in achieving mine.