It's the end of the world as we know it...and I feel fine!

Well, 2012 is nearly upon us. I read an article last week about how survival stores (are there really such businesses?) have been trying to keep up with demand from otherwise sane folks who have become wrapped up in an ancient Mayan calendar which suggests that this year may be our last.  Apparently this is a mystic revelation that the Mayans have shared only with Hollywood and a few tin-foil-hat-types in Idaho.  

Now, I have nothing against being prepared. But buying a few things in anticipation of Mother Nature's nastiness is a far cry from setting one's entire life in order ahead of an Apocalypse. I wouldn't even know where to begin -- how many pairs of clean underwear should I pack? Thankfully, since this is the fifth or sixth mass Apocalyptic frenzy I've survived, I'm not putting much stock in it which makes preparation somewhat easier.  

I can't help but wonder, though, if I knew beyond a doubt that the world was going to end on December 21st, 2012, what would I do? Would I burn the bridge to respectability, quit my job, and tear off on a lard and cigarette fueled rampage of thievery across the mid-south? Or would I go the other way, take up the cross, and pray that my faith – no matter how desperate – would buy me a spot on the other side of the pearly gates?  

As fun as lard and cigarettes sound, I have a feeling it would be "none of the above", although I'd probably fib and call in sick to work for a week or so before the big event.  My needs are simple and my wants are few -- time with family trumps everything else.

What would you guys do?  Would you dig in, go for one last hoorah, or simply enjoy the time you had left?