It's the beginning of the end, according to Harold Camping
. How will you spend what could be your last day on Earth?
It's funny because I kind of addressed this earlier this month
, although not explicitly.
Now, if I actually believed
the world was ending today, if there was irrefutable proof, I'd probably do the following:
- Buy/prepare my favorite food and alcohol. Cigarettes, too, even though I quit over a year ago.
- Try and gather my friends and family in one cozy space and have our "last meal" together.
- Get fucked up.
- Get laid.
- Fess up to everything I've been holding back (come out to my dad; tell my friends exactly what I think about them, good or bad, etc.).
- Sit back and wait, preferably with my loved ones sitting around me.
Pretty routine for the apocalypse, yeah?
But since this is all bullshit that's been predicted via numerology -- bad
numerology, at that -- I'm gonna veg out, maybe play Assassin's Creed II
, wrap up the cross-over fic I've been working on and top off the evening with some slash RP. You jelly?