Goodnight.

I don't know if it's the slew of apocalyptic movies that hit cinemas in the 90s or if I'm just naturally neurotic, I've always been slightly terrified of being caught in some sort of end-of-the-world scenario. You know how in those films, where the end is approaching in the form of biologically-resistant viruses, impossibly huge meteorite, whatever? And then the government shepherds their young/brightest/wealthiest/most useful into some sort of safehouse so that they can rebuild humanity?
It's a bit weird to say but I suppose since young I've never had any firm ambition apart from making sure I was part of that group. It always filled me with this weird dread whenever I would think about when this would happen and everyone would leave me to drown in death in whatever building I managed to hide in.

I'm sure it can't just be me, or maybe like usual, it just is.
I was flipping through the Int Herald Tribune the other day, and there was a mention of some new bacteria that is resistant to antibiotics. This kind of thing always gets to me. But then again, in 2008, I was completely sure that the atom smasher would create a blackhole and suck us all into nothingness.
I feel so ill right now and not in a gangsta way. What is wrong with my immune system? I used to never get sick. I have to get ready for tuition in less than 30 minutes and then off to run some errands. I don't know when I'll get some time to start on my readings. I really just wanna roll over and go to bed. DAMN YOU PARACETAMOL, WORK.