The End of the World

I feel like a lot of the businesses in lower Manhattan were like, girl, go home because we are the apocalypse is really long and boring. New York City was orange today. Like it looked like Coco Montre's season five. I'm just like, if we're going to die, just let me know approximately how much time I have so I can get wild reckless. Where are the winged creatures to come in like winged snatch white women off of like the streets of, I don't know, fucking 40 seconds free? They'll be here soon enough. Oh, wait, January 6th. Never mind.