8:27 am

First thing I heard after getting back to my sense was some device blaring "It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" by R.E.M at maximum volume. Really, some assholes will stay assholes forever; who would seriously think of playing that sound fucking loudly just cause the world's bout to end? Fuck them; my head still hurts like crazy. I might've overdone with booze. Well, not 'might've', given I'm in a hospital right now, I most likely fainted. Ethylic coma? That's it I guess. The last entry was around 9pm yesterday; I was roughly out of order for 12h.

But damn, no one really cared for my ass. Though, I'd only care for my own ass too if a meteor were to come in collision with earth and kill us all anyway. The end of the world is damn too cliché; boredom might kill me first if I can't wait for that meteor. News said, well— these smartass physicists and their clique calculated—that the impact should precisely be September 1 at 7:44. That leaves me 3 days. What shall I do? Just seeing how hollow this blank hospital room is, how hollow these chairs next to me are, it makes me wonder if it's really worthwhile. What's the difference if I die now or in 3 days?

For now, I think I'll take a stroll around the hospital; everyone that could leave already left for god know where. It doesn't matter anyway if the remaining patients dies; just a matter of 3 days, would you still try to 'cure' them? I can understand why they all left me.