As I approach the end of my academic career and look out on the bleak landscape of the job market it has become apparent that the apocalypse is upon me. The four horseman of debt, famine, war and responsiblity loom on the horizon. Will I stave them off and find a succesful career before the awful realities drag me back to downtrodden cornfields I so greatly fled in my trans-national flight? What interesting culinary concoctions will this beleagured pauperate bachelor be forced to consume? Whatever the case, this isn't going to be a self-pity filled whiny drivel about my miseries. I will embrace the apocalypse and document so all will know the horrors of 2010.