[ WP ] The first diary entry of a person who has been accidentally forgotten and left on Earth when everyone else has ascended to a higher plane .

Date: March 17 ( 18th? ), 3087 
 
 Weather: Apocalypse 
 
 Mood: See'Weather' 
 
 I wish I was better with times. I was never any good at waking up in the morning. I set my alarm of course, but apparently there are only so many buses to the New World and when you expect there to be a cushion for those who are usually late to things the driver just shrugs as he drives directly upwards in his weird round bus. Everything else has a cushion for late people! My bills had a cushion, my alarm clock has a cushion, everything! And the one time they do n't I get stuck on this bloody rock while everyone else bathes in fancy ~~taquila~~ ~~tiquela~~ tequila ( sic ) with gold flakes in it or whatever the hell they do up there. 
 
 Surely I ca n't be the only one, though. I mean, sleeping in is a pretty common thing. There are probably a couple scattered thousand just twiddling their thumbs, and I'll get an email scolding me for lateness telling me where to wait and they'll send a damn *professional* this time who lets me in even though I'm late. 
 
 And it really just seems to be in poor taste to take the internet with you when they know *perfectly well* there are going to be bored folks waiting around for them to come fetch them. 
 
 At least it's not raining. 
 
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 Date: March 18th ( 19th? ), 3087 
 
 Weather: Raining.
