The world was supposed to end today according the people that live at the end of my street. I feel bad for them, now they are stuck with a car that declares the end of the world as May 21, 2011. And a moving van. Why on earth someone who thought the world was going to end would buy a moving van is beyond me.

But thinking about the end of the world makes me think about mortality. . . my mortality in particular. I think I need to start a bucket list. I already have something like a bucket list in my mind, but I think its time to start writing it out and getting a move on, “times awaste’n!”

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