Wake up, wake up, apathetic youth. Today is the last day before the end of the world. Or something. By tomorrow we could be fried from a solar maximus, sucked into a supermassive black hole, annihilated by a Nibiru cataclysm. *Fingers crossed for an alien invasion.* The New Agists are like, “Chill. It’s not the end, it’s the beginning of something better.” What-ever. Might as well do it in style because: Judgment Day. The forecast says heat with a chance of death so be sure to pull out your best shades and string bikini. Good shoes and some combat fatigue, just for good measure. And don’t forget to Instagram that shit because there won’t be any advertising after the apocalypse… Or will there be?