There are fewer than nine days until, well . . . you know.
So, tell me, how are you coping with onrushing doom? Are you doing anything special in these days, our planet's last?
Are you begging the Mayans for just one more week? Have you retreated to a monastery for a final week and change of desperate prayer and earnest reflection?
Have you resolved to drink to excess because, like, it really doesn't matter now, right?
Or are you just trying to get laid?
Lemme know. I need suggestions on how to go out in style.