The Rapture didn't happen today. Big freaking surprise.
I think I nearly gave Daniel a heart attack. I got my hair cut (and by "cut" I mean "chopped most of it off, against my mother's advice, because it's my effing hair dammit") and he didn't expect to see me with short hair. The look on his face was pretty funny, though.
Scott thinks we're dead. This is causing me more stress than not having a job.
Other than that, nothing.
...Okay, I lied. The nothing is stressing me out the most. Then Scott.
Is it paranoid of me to think that something might go wrong very, very soon?
I'm...I'm kind of scared. And I don't know why.