I have a confession to make. Last night I went to a very posh restaurant, ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, and walked out without paying for it. I mean, the world's coming to an end today, so why bother about money?
You see, I had a dream last night that space aliens were gathering on the moon, getting ready to launch a massive attack on Earth, ending all life on this planet as we know it. Only I and a handful of scientists knew about it. So you tell me, can you blame me for skipping out on a lousy bill? I mean, it's not like anybody's going to be looking me up post Invasion Day to make me pay.
Anyways, I hardly ever remember my dreams for long, but this morning my alarm clock jolted me out of bed in mid-dream and it was still fresh in my mind. I remember looking through a telescope at the moon, seeing all those nasty aliens preparing themselves for battle, and wondering why they all looked like Darth Vader.
So while I was brushing my teeth and combing my hair, I thought to myself, "Is there really any good reason for me to go to work today? I mean, what's the use of going if by suppertime we're all dead?"
Yes, you go to work, because it was only a dream you idiot!
So, I finished getting dressed, headed down the road to work, and that's when I noticed the moon in the sky. It was a full moon. I quickly looked away because I didn't want to see what might be up there.
I hope you have a good day. For that matter, I hope we ALL have a good day!