I'm publicly declaring that effective immediately, I will no longer follow any news about spreading pandemics, pieces of Antarctica falling off, flights being cancelled and children being left in cars outside casinos by negligent parents and dying.
I'm done. I'm going into full on head in the sand mode, at least for the next 5 days. Come Monday morning, I'll re-evaluate.
It should be remarkably easy. We don't have cable or even bunny-eared TV, I don't listen to the radio because I prefer my iPod, and I'll just avoid reading the newspaper. Or at least the sections with "THE WORLD IS ENDING" headlines.
Ah, a weekend of bliss. Sweet, sweet media closet bliss. Inevitably we'll watch some movie or downloaded show about the end of the world, but at least it will be by the hands of zombies, mutants or machines- or some combination of the above.
And pssshhh, we all know that zombies don't exist.
(Yet. Stupid swine flu)