So word on the street is that the world is supposed to end tomorrow. According to what I will refer to as questionable sources, The Rapture is set to take place sometime around 5 o'clock (time zone unknown), and for all those who didn't stop believin' you can expect to be knockin' on Heaven's door soon after. All you other sorry suckers are due to perish on your way to eternal damnation over the course of the following five months. Sounds delightful, doesn't it?
The notion of the end of the world as we know it coming tomorrow has left me with one singular thought. On my to-do list for tomorrow is cleaning the house, doing laundry, helping where possible as The General gets our porch reassembled and septic tank properly re-covered, and a much needed super sized grocery shopping trip to Wal-Mart. If that's not the most depressing way to spend a final day on Earth I challenge you to prove otherwise.
And if this is truly the end, I hope to see you all on the flip side. I'm sure there's blogging behind the pearly gates, right?