All signs point to the end of the world

This morning, the ad on the side of my bus spontaneously fell off on the highway.

My fingertips are tingling, and my right elbow is slightly colder than my left.

The women's restroom smells like Froot Loops.

And, most importantly, a drawing of mitochondria has mysteriously appeared on my work notepad.

Tiramisu for Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner

Due to recent dreams of chewing rocks, I am on a strict diet of tiramisu and mashed potatoes. I'll be publishing my diet book soon.