Picked up mail. Found envelope to me. Inside: free papercut! Gave it away. Yelled at foreign cars for 5 min for supporting overseas workers. Then yelled at domestic cars for 5 min for supporting capitalism. Left, feeling less angry.
Painted the floor, read 3 short books & most of a long one, stapled trash to bro's door w/ransom note for his boots - never seen alive, let's keep it that way--furthered the cause of disenfranchised trendies by leaving sister tube of black lipstick, sent my pen pal another letter from my uncle, and called up an old friend from grade school. Zzzz....
Couldn't leave house--no license, no car, no one to take me anywhere. Began to get bored around 6:39 p.m., when Saki was getting repetitious, Violent Femmes stopped playing, and room was comfortably, annoyingly okay warm. Outside: cold, wettish, dark. Bleah. Brain kept yammering about something. Walls expanded. Glo-in-da-dark stars didn't glow. Turned on light to protect my eyes or whatever. Mom came up, said something about food, dirty clothes, pick up room or die trying, left me in bored peace.
Turned on TV in desperation. Hmm. People screaming, running. Close-up shot of monster. Hope he has fun. Next channel: people screaming again. All news channel. Panic on the streets of London, Birmingham, New York City (New Yawk City?), Moscow, etc. End of world, TV says. I thanked Nostrdamus for imbuing people with a more-intelligent stupidity. People running for lives. Jesus on TV (think of Jennifer T.), calming her children all over the world. Various other gods calming their sheep. I drink more 7-Up.
Finally camera goes blank with desolate echo; rumbles shake me to feet. Stuff falls, but I don't mind. Go back into my room, feeling floor firmly scolding something. Turn on radio. Figures during end of world radio would be tuned to pop station.
Cat bounces into room, looks happy. Hi kitty, gotcher food stash in da corner. World's ending. Cat looks happy. Good kitty.
Read Poppy Brite for a calmer, candle-lit hour, get hungry. Go downstairs (dark), get fridge food. Happen to glance out window. Strange, there used to be a tree there. And a street. And a house. And the ground. Note to self: Don't have to mow the lawn tomorrow.
Family is in living room, watching blank TV screen. Seem happy. Good family.
Go upstairs. Try to call people, but they don't exist anymore. Bummer. Read by candlelight--no electricity. Hey, no more "Friends." Smile.
I'm really gonna be bored now--no people to call, can't go outside, slow oxygen depletion, read same books over and over, probably die of starvation in a few months. Oh well. Drink more 7-up.