You know what I learned this morning? That the totally fake Mayan Apocalypse is tomorrow, not Saturday, which is when I thought it was. If this were actually the apocalypse, getting the date wrong would be a huge bummer, but since it’s not, all it means is I have to pretend to care about this a whole day sooner than I expected.
I’m not really feeling it, though, so I think I’m gonna proceed with my evening as already planned and go eat French food for dinner with friends and let R.E.M. speak for me: