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Toes frozen.

I talked to Livvie last night, for the first time since she disappeared. ( Read more... )

And then I woke up to find my fake brother's creepy budhist rock thing from my dreams under the pillow. Oliver, you fucking creep, why were you running around my room, at the ranch for all the kids who fucked up life, in the middle of the night?

Apocalypse, wow.

Anybody else think we need to have some kind of survival party? I'll spring for take out if we do it as BYOB.

Unsurprisingly, it seems that all of the claims the world was to end today have come to nothing. I doubt some people will be put off, though.

So, it's officially tomorrow in most parts of the world, and the Mayans are frauds. That does mean I have to go to work tomorrow, though. Damn.

Harvey, did you pull? I can't even imagine how many people managed to get laid last night. Or this morning.

( Behold! )

Now I just need a pint and a shag and I can consider today a well spent apocalypse.

It's snowing again. Going to be absolutely insane getting to work tomorrow.

Spent some time outside letting the snow land on my eyelashes.