today is like the goddamn day without people. no one around the apartment, no email really, nothing. i’ve smeared cucumber goo facial crap on my face and am slowly picking it off. i am not really lonely. i actually do enjoy solitude, quite a bit. i think in the back of my mind i don’t want my housemates thinking i am a lazy git who talks to houseplants. my only real responsibility is to put a postcard in a mailbox and buy more cigarettes and maybe some juice and chips. i’m listening to lamb think i mite read 1984. i’m wearing my bathing suit right now cause i just came down from the roof. i’m glad the hoodlum kids have stopped setting off fireworks every ten minutes out front. it is the day after the 4th o’july so i think that has something to do with the disappearance of human beings. maybe i should buy a package of sea monkeys.