Thursday, December 20, 2012
Woke up at 3:30 a.m. because I went to bed at 7:30 p.m. the night before. I was sick. The sleep helped.
Got the last sunrise photo of civilization over on Chantilly Road. My thinking was when another race of super humans discovers my computer in the rubble they will know it was a beautiful day.
Breakfast from Hardee’s. It was good.
Believe I did some stories for the website. Don’t remember because I think the alien mind control games began.
My diary, not really, but used for mild comic effect.
At some point I realized it was Friday in Australia, New Zealand and China. Stupid, Mayans, I thought, until someone pointed out the apocalypse would begin on Mayan time. Consulted map to see where Maya was. It wasn’t on the map because it’s Mexico.
Think I did more stuff for the website.
Did more stuff for the website.
Got a text message there was a robbery at Belk’s. It was at the shoe store that’s why I didn’t see any cop cars at Belk’s.
Waited for someone to call me back from the police department. Then I saw police department posted details on its Facebook page so I used that.
Watched Seinfeld reruns. Parks and Recreation was a rerun, as well as The Office and Big Bang Theory. Seinfeld is always a rerun now.
Was scared to go to sleep because I knew a big ball of fire was heading this way.
Hung out with friends in the garage. The garage lights went out and I thought, uh-oh, here it comes. The lights do that on occasion.
Friday, December 21, 2012
At midnight I’m thinking this is over. Was informed we have one more hour to go because Mayan time is different from Eastern Standard Time. I think there’s always an excuse with the Mayans.
Mayan calendar, not sure how they could tell time with this.
At 1:25 a.m. nothing happened. Went to bed.
Couldn’t sleep. Congested. Went to Walgreen’s at 3 a.m. to get nasal spray. Know it’s bad but when you’re clogged up you just want that relief.
Nasal spray felt good. Slept until 8 a.m.
Did stuff for the website.
Was informed just because nothing happened at the crack of midnight Mayan time doesn’t mean it might not happen later in the day.
Was disappointed.
Talked with a friend on the phone. We both agreed the apocalypse had already happened and we’re in some time warp. We both agree teachers don’t need to be armed in school. Judging from teachers I had I wouldn’t recommend it. I wouldn’t recommend myself having a gun in school because I once stabbed a bully in the palm with a Number 2 pencil. My dad always taught me to fight back so I did.
Had lunch with a friend. Became dismayed when I saw the B rating. Should have sat with my back to the inspection sign. That made me wonder if the apocalypse might begin with cockroaches hidden in lard buckets or peyote in the ranch dressing,
Worked on a story.
Getting ready to go to theater for police club show.
Interaction with children at the It's Christmas show at the theater.
Went to show. It was great. Didn’t stay for second half because I needed nasal spray.
Edited photos and wrote stories. At 10:56 p.m. I’m thinking of cocktails and not cockroaches just to see if those crazy Mayans sneak one in on us.
December 22, 2012
After the third Old-Fashioned, the last made with extra sugar cubes, I realize this diary is not some crazy experiment in gonzo journalism, but just a chance to go out on the deck and enjoy a pristine, 36-degree morning watching the skies and gazing at stars. This is something my father also taught me, besides standing up to bullies.
A variation of the Old-Fashioned. I use orange peels rather than orange slice.
At 12:46 the diary is about to come to an end. Between you and me, my friend diary, I never once believed this Mayan stuff was reality, simply a chance to do some writing. Since, however, I am a fan of Fox Mulder from the X-Files, I do want to believe something bigger is out there. I don’t think it’s the Mayans, however, they would never survive the cold.
It’s 1 a.m., diary, and it’s time for bed. One more glance at the stars and wondering what the next apocalypse theory will be. Maybe it involves something far less ancient, maybe it simply involves disregard and abuse of what this planet has to offer or maybe it’s the Democrats and Republicans. Diary, you know I had to sneak my so-called third-party delusions in this somehow. Keep my secrets hidden well, dear diary — Lance Martin
Lance Martin is editor and publisher of rrspin.com