Nothing says “Happy New Year” and gives one the feeling of starting 2012 off with a fresh start more than bout of insomnia. I’m wide awake at 3:16 a.m., having gone to bed at 1:00 a.m.  My nose is running a marathon. If I take NyQuil again I’ll be mean tomorrow and I don’t want to be mean.

My head is racing with thoughts of Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin, the two television personalities that we rang the New Year in. Honestly, we did take a brief glimpse at Ryan Seacrest and Dick Clark and bless his aged heart, but it’s just too depressing for us to watch Dick Clark try to do his part of the telecast and quite frankly, the Kathy/Andy train is much more entertaining to watch. Anderson Cooper is so cute with his alternating blushing and giggling. Good times.

Screw it, I’m going to take the damn NyQuil and blog until I fall asleep.

I don’t really watch a lot of Anderson Cooper outside of the New Year’s celebration. I might watch something he says here and there but I don’t watch a lot of CNN. I do more reading and listening to political talk shows on the radio than actually watching journalists on television. Perhaps in 2012 I should become more acquainted with Mr. Cooper. I hear good things about him and his tittering with Kathy Griffin is an amusing side of him, perhaps his news gathering skills are equally interesting.

I didn’t really start feeling congested or have this runny nose until I went to bed two hours ago. Now that we have heat in our bedroom for the first time in two years, I’m wondering if it’s actually a little too warm in there and my body is saying WTF? in retaliation for the environmental changes. I’m finding myself wishing that we could sleep in the dry air of the U.S. southwest, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

I’m excited about the New Year and all the possibilities and hope that come along with resetting the counter to 1/1. I hope I can get enough sleep to start it off on the right foot.