A Good Nights Rest

[8:36pm] I am sitting on my couch thinking about how I supposedly only have a little over three hours left to live. I wonder how it could happen. It may be in a way nobody would expect. Maybe the "end of the world" is a play on words. It may have meant the end of a world. It could be Venus or something. Maybe humans will lose their lucidity, and we will lose sight of the world around us. That  would be something to worry about. Just imagine, everybody would virtually be a vegitable. We would wander around, our minds detached from the world. Other species would see a zombie like civilization. The world would become dead then. Cities would idle, machinery constantly running. Eventually buildings would corrode and rot. Plants would grow untamed. The world would hecome a wasteland and we wouldn't know it. Before long, we would all die, our corpses devoured.

What will I do in these last hours? Will I continue to write about what might happen? Or, will I write final goodbyes to my family and friends? I won't do any of that because the world will not end in three hours. In three hours, thousands of people will realize that they are still alive. People in New Zealand have already discoverd this. Good for them. In three hours, everybody will realize that the Mayan calender ended on December 21, 2012 not because they believed the world would end, but for some other unrelated reason. Maybe the person writing the calender got bored of predicting events for people who could not thank him. Maybe he decided to pull a huge prank on us. Or maybe he was mercilously skewered by a spear. [9:00pm] But l, again, I know the world will not end in three hours. And that is why I will get a good sleep tonight.