At work yesterday

I mentioned to one of my coworkers that I've got Bioshock posters in my room -
and this customer picks up his food and goes

"Whoa - Bioshock posters...backing away from the crazy lady now."

then had the nerve to smile at me like "eehh just kidding lolz".

Of course because I have to be polite I smiled instead of telling him to mind his own business but what the shit is so creepy about a poster/art work on one's wall?

I've also got a huge Dali print above my bed, am I fit for the loony bin?

*sigh*

If the Rapture really is tomorrow -

my terribly unglamorous death will occur as I struggle through the last of my exams.

I won't even get my - long overdue - Masters before I die. Talk about ironic.

Also I probably won't be taken anyway. Not that I wanted to, but as a huge Bioshock fan/(convert?), you'd think I'd get in on that fact alone. More irony.

the real Rapture

Of course the end of days could also take place next year on December 21st.

Two days before my birthday. My only consolation is that the man who goes by the initials J.C., and whose birthday outshines mine every damn year, won't get to party either. suck it.

Still...

can't harbingers of doom stop picking on me and select a less inconvenient date for the end of times?*

*if such a time exists (maybe after I die?)

* also how am I supposed to be reincarnated if there's no world to be reincarnated back to?