Batteries & Beefaroni

I didn't feel like sitting around the court today. Surprising, I know. Neither did any of my coworkers. It seemed the general concensus was to walk around as close to comatose as we could manage and fill the void with more senseless chatter than usual as the clock ticked away too slowly. It was almost painful.
So we missed the rapture on May 21, and just as I was getting excited about my Apocalypse Party under the sea in what used to be California again I read a headline today that said the preacher who started all this hoopla was off by 5 months. Diarize the rapture for October 21. This preacher is from California, so I'll forgive him this one. Day by day I'm less surprised by California. I've become desensitized. I can only imagine that any money generated by this May 21 prediction made it worthwhile to try again in 5 months. Don't worry, October. I'll throw you a party, too.
I wonder how many people were actually afraid. I can't help it. Did you spend your long weekend building and stocking an underground bomb shelter in your backyard? Did anyone sleep over at the Church in hopes of demonstrating a final, if not first, leap of faith? Has anyone seen reports of battery and Beefaroni. sales skyrocketting on Friday night? I'm asking because I'm curious. Believe it or not, there isn't much I follow too closely.
Great. Now I'm craving Beefaroni.
What I know of the news I know mostly by chance. For example, I would not have known that the vice speaker of the house choked someone out in the Ukrainian parliament last week had it not been specifically mentioned to me. Thanks to Youtube I got to watch it. Oy. That's all I can say. Oy. I hope those politicians don't take themselves too seriously.
I'm sitting on the train right now. Someone is having a little gastric discomfort in my general vicinity. I can't wait to get home.