Katy I always had this plan for the off chance I was around for the end of the world. I'd climb up on my roof top, turn up the radio, blast R.E.M.'s It's The End of The World, and watch it all go down from my lofty perch. Except real life rarely turned out that cool. And it was really happening--it was the end of the world as we knew it, and I sure as hell didn't feel fine. Everything had changed and we had been the catalyst for it all.