I feel my temperature rising

I really don't like New Years Eve. 

I was glad I was tired, and so was everyone else.  We'd be in bed well  before the bells. 

Sadly, in Thailand, at 1730, it was already past the bells, and Boy decided to phone us and advise us of his undying love. 

He was seven sails to the wind,  and making friends with every person he walked past on the beach.  He also faced my wrath on the phone when he partook in a skipping competition over a rope dripping in gasoline and on fire.  WHILE I WAS WATCHING.  

Raging.  If they are going to kill themselves I'd rather they didn't phone to let me watch.  

Bed came early at 1020. 

Nothing wrong with 2023. .... just can't bare the marking of the disappearance of another one.