the end of the world as we know it (and it feels okay)

i was walking around the city with christopha friday and we were marveling at how nice it was. it felt like a mild day in los angeles. 60 degrees, blue skies. long lines @ the jamba juice. it was surreal. slightly against nature, perhaps, but pretty comfortable...

of course, this mourn it's fucking cold. flurries on the walk to the train station. promises of a bitter week up here in the northeast of doomsville.

i'll be tied up with my stupid special project at work for the better of this week into the weekend. whine.

been having odd nightmares about hauntings and death. is the end nigh?