Tuesday, February 12, 2013


I used to believe that as I got involved or into something new and interesting or potentially beneficial to me I got scared of commitment and bailed but recently I realized (And I mean recently before everyone vanished, last year sometime) that what was actually going on was that as I got know people I eventually became comfortable with them and revealed how truly irritating and/or boring I am. In that way I've come to realize that maybe this people-less world is actually going to work out better for me...

Droll note, I know - but anyway, it's made me think that maybe I should stop focusing on how bad it is that everyone's gone and remember just how little I got on with 99% of people.

Well, this seems like a downer but it's actually picking me up.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Tomorrow May Come

You'll forgive me for not updating but the fact that there is no "you" or anyone pretty much makes it okay not to update my blog.

I have no shame in saying that now, not even 2 months after December 21st, I'm kind of losing my shit.
I've been marking days off the calendar to keep track - not for any silly sentimental reason, you understand. I'm well aware that the day of the week, day or month or even year doesn't exactly mean shit when there's no-one else on the god-forsaken planet but me - but to keep my eye on how long till Spring arrives and I can finally travel outside the confines of this city. That is, if I even bother? I mean - I'm not going to find much else out there either otherwise I'd have heard something... if society was still happening outside the confines of the area that I've managed to explore since humanity apparently vanished, as well as the sun (I don't think I mentioned it here but interestingly, the stars are still in the night sky - explain that one to me. Frankly explain any of this to me, I guess??), then surely I'd have seen or heard a plane, caught an emergency broadcast of some kind. I mean, the Internet's still up. I still have power. If someone was supplying these things they'd know I was out here consuming it, I think.

Well whatever, I've pretty much accepted that I'm the last person around and I can either just kill myself and get it over with or just try and make a living in whatever way that might mean.

For now I'm going with the latter but let me tell you it's not an easy decision.