End of Days

So, what's there to do after the world has ended, I ask? Start a blog maybe. Of course, there be no one around to read it, but thats the beauty of it. I can write anything and no one will know. or care.

Somehow that makes me a little sad. Deppressed even. Now, if I wasn't already sure that I am stark raving mad, I would swearI am getting a little manically deppressive. Its seems as if I can't even dredge up enough mind juice to cookup some imaginary audiences.

sigh...

Other People

I am writing to this blog to myself, since as we all know, I am only the person alive after the man-eating mushrooms from Mars killed everyone else.

Its amazing actually, how comforting insanity can be when you are the only person alive.