Well, the world is ending so why do a blog?

Why should I do a blog tonight instead of enjoying my last moments?
The Red moon is supposed to kill us all tonight.
I could be reading a good book right now.
or sleeping.
perhaps praying,
or actually looking at the moon that will destroy me.
But nope, I'm writing a blog about being too lazy to write a blog.
Sigh
Writing in the silence of a room once bursting in laughter.
In the hot air that makes me yawn.
Yawn
Perhaps I know for fact that that I won't die.
maybe my instincts scoff at the red moon of doom.
I could die tonight... but I probably won't.
That's probably why I wrote this blog.
yep.
that's it.