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

Yeah, it really is the end of the world and what am I doing with my time? I'm just chillin' on the beach, lazin away until the inevitable comes, sure what else would one be doing when the world has been invaded by mind controlling aliens?

Two weeks ago, and all at once, they came from the skies and attacked. The fight back didn't last long. How could it have lasted? They control our minds, our thoughts and more importantly they control our actions, well control that is of ninety nine percent of us. I am in the one percent, the one percent of minds these aliens appear not to be able to control. I don't know what it is or why it is so, just that it is.

How do I know I am in the one percent? My experience of the last two weeks, that's how, and it all seems so ... normal now.

Enough of that, back to today, back to now and back to the beach. If we are going out and going down, as it looks like we are and will, and if this is to be our last day then come hell or high water, I am spending my last day at the beach, not so sure though if this is that last day but if it is then it belongs to me.

It may be a little dull and a bit breezy, the sun may not be shining like one would expect on a typical day spent at the beach and the beach itself may be swarming with these alien 'things' though what the hell? They don't know what to do with the likes of me, so they are leaving me be for the time being. They are a strange lot these aliens, tall, strong, light green in colour and their heads don't look near big enough to be capable of engaging with such an ability as they possess.

Enough, I am at the beach, today is my day not theirs, well maybe it is their day since they have more or less gained world dominance, but it's still my day too. I've been here since half ten this morning and fair play to us one percenters, we even have an ice-cream van up and running. It may not be the perfect day for ice-cream, actually scrap that, it is the perfect day for it.

The evening is almost upon us, and I am not done here yet. The sand is soft under my bare feet despite the fact that its colour is a tad bit darker than what it should be. The tide is out, just as well I guess, for the waters are as dull and dark as the day itself is. I don't care. Today as I say is my day and I am having it my way.

You know, I think one of these alien thingies is trying to put its mind control mojo on a jelly fish. It's a jelly fish you fool. It doesn't have a mind to control. Who would want to control a jelly fish anyway?

It will soon be dark. Is this what my life is to be from here on in, spending day after day on the beach? How many more days like this can there be? How many more days can be mine and not theirs? For with this attack and subsequent alien take over it truly is the end of the world as we know it, but do you know what? ... I feel fine.