I was definitely dreaming when I decided to write this down, so excuse me if it goes off the rails a little. See, when I got up this morning I was pretty sure it was the end of the bloody world or something. The sky was this weird shade of purple, there were people running around, trying to escape all of the craziness. I didn't care though. Because they always say that the year 2000 is when the party is over, that's it. The end. Out of time.