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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: There's a philosophical solipsism that goes, "The way you spend your days is the way you spend your life." If your days were numbered, how would you count them down?

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Vivisections, ed. William P. Simmons, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2003

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [98 KB], eReader (PDB) [35 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [22 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [21 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [56 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [92 KB], hiebook (KML) [82 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [56 KB], iSilo (PDB) [18 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [23 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [50 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [34 KB]
Words: 6810
Reading time: 19-27 min.
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"Scott Nicholson achieves an admirable, unsettling and persistently honest balance of the unreal and commonplace."--Cemetery Dance Magazine

October 27

Fuck you, diary.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

There.

I've been wanting to say that. I feel a lot better now. Actually, I don't feel that much better. The meth I spiked has me kind of wired. That's why I'm writing so fast and bad. Plus, you know, with time running out and everything, who wants to sit around and write stuff?

Me, I guess.

Maybe it's just some screwed-up desire to leave something behind. To touch something that doesn't turn to crap in my hands.

Except this diary is crap. Sentence fragments. Grammared wrong. Every rule in the book broke. I bet that asshole Ruggles would have a stroke if he read this. He was my Language Arts teacher the year before I dropped out.

But Ruggles doesn't matter, just like the diary doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. One of the fringe benefits of the end of the world.

Ah. Popped the tab on a cold one. Reneau, the bum that lives behind the shopping center, bought me a six-pack. Of course, I had to give him money so he could buy himself some wine. No skin off my nose. I ripped off Dad's wallet for a twenty.

Reneau's pretty cool, for a fucking homeless jerk. As a matter of fact, that's one dude who's glad the end is here.