It’s 6:57 a.m. and I’m coming to you live from Los Angeles, where the sun has just come up and the air is as crisp and fresh as it will probably be for the entire day. You might think I’m a bit mad for being up at this hour, but I assure you what I’m about to tell you might be madder: I am planning on driving to Disneyland with my best friend and sister to buy tickets for entrance in the park for New Year’s Eve tonight. Because of a fiasco last year, in which we arrived too late, and found that tickets were completely sold out, then subsequently had to buy California Adventure tickets (ugh) and then decided to be sneaky by getting into the main park through the Monorail that runs through Downtown Disney, which we succeeded in doing by the good grace of a stranger who had extra tickets to get us through, we are trying to make sure we get in this year without the hassle, and believe me, it’s not easy. We’re making the 42 mile trek now so that we can buy tickets, drive back and go later tonight. Oh, what a chore. Because of the craziness that will ensue tonight and tomorrow, I bid you adieu, internet, until the new year!