Galactus beckons, tomorrow beckons...
Say, there's 2012 up ahead. Isn't the world supposed to end or something?
Typical: I finally get a girlfriend, the world ends.
This is an exercise in creative writing & spontaneous prose. It's in English for practice, updated at random, and any resemblance to real persons or facts is just one big, huge, humongous coincidence. Like Wikipedia, really.