It's 12-21-12 and if you're reading this, you're probably still alive (or living the reasonable fact-simile that you call a life), I'd advise you run and grab that note that you left on your boss' desk; and apologize to the secretary for slapping her across the ass, exclaiming that all you want at the end of the world is a handful of her... meanwhile, there are a bunch of Mayan cats someplace enjoying casual Friday and saying to each other, "time to break out the new calendar..."
