As you can see, we’re all still here. At least I think we are all here, and if something like the rapture happened I’ll be happy to see all those wacky Christians gone.
I had planned on a ton of fun crap for today, however none of it will come to pass. Or at least, almost none of it. I ended up contracting some sort of virus yesterday and both myself and Mr. LJ are under the weather. Staying up all night would not be advisable and probably wouldn’t even be possible anyway.
I will be up as long as humanly possible. I have to still shop for my Winter Solstice feast, which will be presented on December 24th.
I’m thankful to see the Mayan End of the World prophecy come to a close. Now, we can move on to another doomsday prophecy, which will probably be announced by some religious wingnut post haste.
I almost called this post “Happy Mayan Prophecy Day!”
I’m pretty sure the Mayans just ran out of room. But I was psyched about the fireballs and maybe some naked angels with HUGE swords
Hope you feel better soon. Jacob and I celebrated the Solstice with fire… and, well, you know what else *tee hee*