For the record - it took six hours. Six flaming hours where my life moved with a small blue bar that went...at...a...geriatric...snail's...pace.
No, really. That's what it felt like. I reckon I could have walked over water to South America and back before this update finished.
Of course, when you think about what could have happened if the Mayan prophecy came true - this form of self torture is nothing in comparison to the annihilation that could have happened. I'm thinking tsunami, sulphur spewing, giant meteor, or Pluto being fired from the depths of the Milky Way directly into my bedroom.
Woah! If the world had ended - I wouldn't have seen it hit as I was too busy staring at that small blue line and the achingly slow numerical countdown. Potential small mercies, eh?
Apart from enduring the slowest countdown ever, I was also passing the time re-reading Strunk and White's The Elements of Style. How nerdy was that (if you haven't guessed - I'm a real out-there, party animal. Oh yes, Paris Hilton's got nothing on me...*cough, cough, choke*)?
With all this excitement going on in my little universe, by the time I realised the world was scheduled to end - I'd missed the moment. Whoops.
So, my questions to you:
- How did you spend what could have been your last night on Earth?
- Remember the Y2K hype? What you were doing to herald in the anarchy of time going psycho? (For the record with this one - I was partying like it was 1999. Firstly because it was 1999 and secondly - I had a thing called a social life back then. I somehow lost it somewhere between 2003-2007. It never came back).
- Finally - who says Strunk and White isn't captivating, light reading?