Needless to say, I never visited the family. Never celebrated the holidays, never took that first sip of eggnog. Now that I can be truly honest, however, I must say I did not miss any of it. The tedium of yuletide long ago lost its appeal for me and the childish excitement others still experience is quite disgusting, as it should be for anyone of real intellect. Likely all that is changed, of course. There will be no more Christmases and we...I...shall be all the better for it.
I still haven't found another living person, not that I have investigated thoroughly. Having had enough food in my hotel room for a few days, I have yet to venture beyond the lobby. Tomorrow I will be out of provisions and be forced to venture out. God only knows (I speak figuratively, of course) what I shall find. My only hope is that, assuming there are other survivors, whatever calamity has befallen the earth wiped out the least capable among us. How terrible to find a companion only to discover they have the IQ of a boiled cabbage. But, then, that describes most of the population, so I must recognize that my prospects are not particularly rosy. I...
I apologize for the pause, diary, but I thought I heard something down in the lobby. A dull scraping sound, like furniture being moved about. I shall investigate. Perhaps whomever is down there will have food on hand, saving me the menial effort of gathering my own victuals. We shall see.
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