all made up with nowhere to go

Last night, I dreamt that the world ended. This is not out of the ordinary for me. Anyway, asteroids/meteors/whatever fell from the sky, hit the earth, and blew massive holes in everything. There was a storm, with huge forking lightning (I said to someone that when I dreamt about the world ending, my dream lightning was exactly like that. Ha ha ha, very funny subconscious). The sky was a scary orangey-pink colour. It turned out that Botticelli had predicted this (by making a painting of exactly what was happening), but he didn't know he had, and neither did anyone else. Lots of people were freaking out about what they were going to do when they survived but dude, it was the end of the world. Ain't nobody surviving that.

(I think I blame Norse mythology for my world-ending dreams. I always thought Ragnorok would be pretty stormy).

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My phone took SEVEN DAYS to get to the repair centre to be fixed. It's only been there for two days. According to the website they haven't even diagnosed it yet. WOOP WOOP.

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I had other stuff but I need to be asleep because my cat alarm clock is set to Too Early and I don't know how to change it. (As is my body clock and I can't change that because cat).