Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.

It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.

I’d like to start off today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Le Duc. Be sure to wish him one as well.

Okay. Maestro, a little mood music please.

You’ve probably guessed the theme of today’s post. It’s the end of the world. I see it as no small coincidence that on the day that The World’s End comes out that I finally join the 21rst century in having a smart phone. Yes, I got an iPhone. My job issued me one so that my student can find me at every waking hour. Via text messaging that is. He just doesn’t want to call me. Hell, I don’t want to call me either, but I don’t have a choice.

Now, like most of you, I am also a slave to a tiny computer in my pocket. It does have a really good camera, though.

But there are more pressing issues than me having an iPhone. Issues like football. And for some insane reason NBC sports won’t let me watch my beloved Baggies playing Everton right now. Bastards.

And I just can’t seem to wake up this morning. Drugs are like that. If only I had taken some drugs, I’d have an excuse.

Okay, I am going to try to figure out what the plan for today is. Which means I’ll have to go make one.

Have a great weekend. More soon. ~SC