So what’s all this I hear about the world coming to an end tomorrow? Personally, I find the timing of this rather inconvenient. I have a hair salon appointment in a couple of weeks and two DVDs I haven’t watched yet. So, um, no. No to Armageddon 😛
But if the world does end on Saturday then that means today was our last full living day on earth. And what did I do? I woke up, ate a banana, took a shower, and rode the number 3 subway to Brooklyn Heights for a private art modeling job. I bought a truly awful cup of coffee from a shitty deli but drank it anyway. I opened up my umbrella when it started to rain. I gave directions to some woman who couldn’t find Henry Street. I took the battery out of my Blackberry and rebooted because it froze up. I was rudely shoved on the stairs in Penn Station during the afternoon commuter madness. I rode the train back to Queens, stopped off at the grocery store to buy onions and peppers, and came home. That’s my last freaking day. Except for the art modeling session which went great, the rest of it is pretty lame. Lamer than usual in fact.
So now I’m thinking about how I would spend my last day on earth if I could design it to my liking, Hmm . . . it’s tough! I’m really stumped. What would you do?
Edvard Munch’s The Scream: