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Worst. Apocalypse. Ever.

Saturday, December 22nd, 2012

Well, Kids, we’re still here.

Can’t say I’m terribly surprised.

Not that I’m in charge of the world or anything, but I couldn’t really wrap my brain around how it was all supposed to “end,” and I have a general sense that if I can’t imagine it, it probably won’t come true.

I suppose there’s always the chance we’ll be nuked by an asteroid or solar flared into Kingdom Come, but I hope not. I need more time to recover from this latest blow and find my happily ever after.

So here’s hoping for at least another decade or two.

In conclusion – for tonight anyway – and in the words of Patty Griffin,
“May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed
And may the voices inside you that fill you with dread
Make the sound of thousands of angels instead
Tonight where you might be laying your head.

I wish you well.


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