Another nightmare related to World War III and me dying. Someone told me that I have exactly 49,330,440,439,321 days to live, don't ask me how I remember that egregious number flawlessly... so, as any pragmatic person would do, I've been working on some math:

1. Divided by 365: I have exactly 135151891614.57808219178082191781 years to live.
2. Since living that long is impossible, I decided the nightmare is bullshit.
3. But the Third World War part was so real.
4. So everybody, stop writing thesis, start buying up lots of gold, and start emigrating to Australia! This is NOT a joke!