I'm having a pretty good day so far, considering the world ended at approximately 5:45 this a.m. Not really sure how it ended, as I woke up before the big "whatever" occurred. I think it involved something from space, maybe a really big toilet seat. Bruce Willis was not available for comment. I woke up in the middle of this dream, and remember someone telling me that we had two days before the Earth burned up like a Zippo lighter. I think I spent the two days looking for the dogs who had escaped. Other than that, I don't think I did anything at all. It made me wonder this morning: if the world were coming to an end, how would I spent my last couple of days? Aside from crying on the commode. I couldn't do the usual things, like watching premium cable as I assume the people who put such things on the air would be running to and fro, not giving a shit whether Rose missed the last episode of The Big C (spoiler alert! Laura Linney dies). And the Internet ...
More than a million served!