Fear in Truth

There are a lot of ways the world could end. Flood. Nuclear war. Mad cow disease. Genetic manipulation gone awry. Dinosaur attack. Runaway greenhouse effects. Massive infidelity. Sentient cars. Asteroids. Comets. Asteroid throwing comets. A deadly pink-eye epidemic. Vampire invasion. Zombie outbreak. Michael Rader trying to act out Shakespeare. Or in my case, a complete and total lack of muffins. And as I look at the cupboard in steadfast horror, it is impossible to avoid the ever darkening shadow of truth that lurks over my retreating soul.

I have no muffins.