Roar!

In two days, it'll be 03/03/03. Which means in 3 years and 3 months and 3 days, the world will end. (Except it really won't.) What it really means is that I have 3 years, 3 months, and 3 days to write the fucking story that has been in my mind now for ...4 years? Nope. 5. Wow. I am a monument to procrastination and laziness.

I'm an idle idol.

God, I should write.