The End of Time

i ate lunch at 10:30 AM today, but it's totally not my fault. i had no idea it was that early in the day. all i knew was that i was hungry, and the display on the microwave insisted that it was the END of time.

i'm just disappointed with myself. i'm disappointed in my selection of a last meal. clearly, even if i knew it was the last thing i would eat, i would still settle for the fastest possible solution to hunger. a frozen dinner.

*yes, that means i had a SmartOne Ziti frozen dinner for second breakfast, like a true fat kid (or a hobbit...).

and then today, while i was for some reason looking through all of my posts under the edit funciton in my dashboard, i realized that i had a lot of drafts. it was fun looking through them and deciding what to delete and what to save...

until i realized something.

i had 2 drafts before my 40th post.

and the number of posts displayed on dashboard that i went by when counting how many posts i've done, well that is the total number of posts, drafts included.

so now i know why it is the end of the world. that microwave was trying to tell me that it will not allow me to see any more numbers because it knows what i did. it knows i betrayed numbers around the world. i lied about my 40th and, more importantly, 44th posts! i horrifically offended the number.

and now, i feel my heart sadden as the day darkens around me. today, Tuesday, September 8th, will be a day to mourn. it is the day i realized that i am a traitor.

how on earth am i supposed to enjoy taco tuesday now?

*note: i am exaggerating. i am EXTREMELY disappointed in my counting and the fact that i didn't double check, but i will most definitely still enjoy taco tuesday as always. food is more important to me than being correct.