I can't call in to work a second day in a row, so mine will probably be a complete bummer, kind of like Snooki's. Them's the breaks, I guess. So here's hoping that your New Year's Eve goes better than mine, or hers, for that matter. If you plan on getting plastered tonight, please choose a designated driver or do the obligatory sloshing at home. Tip your Pizza delivery driver and don't do anything I wouldn't do. Not to worry. That leaves you free to do pretty much anything, other than trying out bestiality, listening to the Olivia Newton John channel on SlackerRadio.com or saying anything nice about Sarah Palin.