The Morning After The Doomsday Before

If this is the end of the world, I either survived or it’s a slower apocalypse than anything predicted in sci-fi or fantasy.

I was slightly hoping the world would end. Aside from my vaguely self-destructive tendencies, it would have been exciting to see if any of the imagined doomsday scenarios were close, plus we’d finally see if atheists or any of the religions were right.

I went clubbing last night, to toast the end of the world while shaking my booty. I did not expect I’d have to deal with this hangover. So on top of everyday ennui and disappointment that I’m actually conscious, I’ve got the mother of all headaches to deal with. I suppose this means I should get up, get out and possibly get my life together. Wish me luck.