I'll admit to having a cocktail or two last night after a meeting Liz and I had. I mean, it was probably dumb to plan for the future and all, but... hey, call me an optimist. Sunday morning, 8:21am, after a wonderful breakfast we're still alive and looking forward to the rest of the day.
Someone let me know when the next inevitable Armageddon or Apocalypse is about to hit so I can properly amp up my apathy machine. *yawn*