Twelve. of course

The power went out at my house, so I'm sitting in a coffee shop, drinking a mocha, editing pictures, and listening to Moby Dick until my next class.  It's nice. The reader of Moby Dick right now has a terrific accent.
Is it weird that I'm sad that 12:12 on 12/12/12 is over forever?  It's kind of just a sad moment.

Okay.  bye.