The world is not ending. We’ll get through this. Even if everything shuts down, it will all be fine. I’ll be fine. The Hot Canadian will be fine. (He’s already fine. As in “dayuuuum” fine, you know what I mean.)
Mom and Dad will be fine. And if they’re not, well, sometimes we’re not technically fine, because we’re living beings that eventually come to an end and really even that’s fine.
A few days ago I saw a dinosaur footprint and I was like “wow cool, a dinosaur stood here” and maybe probably someone will say that about all of us a million years from now. They will, I think, because we’re all here to make an imprint on whatever soil we walk on. Through our words and our thoughts and our brain-hugs and even through the things we post on blogs we haven't told anyone about yet.
I have allowed myself a 3-day freakout, and I’m done now. Washing my hands and moving the fuck on.