Premature exclamation

I wanted to throw a party today and get drunk.
I’d misread all the crap about the Apocalypse and thought the Mayans had predicted the world would end on 12/12/12. I sat up until midnight waiting for the sky to fall in and once it became the 13th December I felt calm enough to go to sleep without the fear of waking up dead..
So this morning I asked Philippa if we could have a party to celebrate being alive and she said “You’re a week early, sweetness, the Mayan End-Of-The-World in on the 21st, not the 12th”
Great - now I have to face another week of fear and dread and runny nerve-shits. 

RC 13-12-12