It's the end of the world as we know it.
According to the Mayans, today is the last day of the
world. This really sucks since I spent
the other afternoon at the cable company, got all my grading for school done,
already turned in my grad school portfolio, and spent a bundle of money at the
grocery store.
My plans for today include working, picking up a kid from
college, enjoying dinner with two of my three kids, and cleaning more of my
house. Saturday I have a chiropractor
appointment for my broken ass (okay, it's actually bursitis in my hip, but that
sounds too old-lady-ish, so broken ass it is), and I have a couple more gifts
to buy for the holidays.
I have a luncheon today. I've already purchased the fruit to bring, and
it's all ready to go. I also have a
bunch of snacks (peanut-free, keep your socks on, people) for my homeroom and
the other homeroom that won some fundraising prize this fall. We're having a party today before the
school assembly.
I'm sorry, Mayans, but I am simply too busy for your
bullshit. Did no one tell you that your
circular calendar is, well, a circle? Did
you miss geometry in Mayan school? Do
you fail to grasp the concept that a circle has neither a beginning nor and
end? And how reliable are you people if
your entire civilization is virtually extinct? End
of the world? You couldn't even outsmart
the Spaniards.
If I can outlast the Mayans today, I will be content. If I can't outlast the Mayans, I guess being
content really won't matter.
It's the end of the world as we know it … and I feel fine.
