Though actually, I did stay up. At 12:01am I looked over at Stephen and said "Hey. It's 2015." I played it real cool. I didn't even make him sit there and stare at me awkwardly while I did a countdown.
Next year, I'll go all out with the staying up and the thinking deep thoughts about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. I mean, come on - next year I'll be turning 30 so it's going to be an epic over-analyzing fest for sure.
But for now, here's one last happy hurrah to 2014 that amazingly does not make me cry. It does kind of make me tired, though.