Thursday, February 27, 2020

Day 9,795

I started up this morning to the sight of nothing but snowy white outside of my window. I lost a land vehicle 2 years ago due to driving into a small rain ocean that developed on the road after excessive rain. As it turns out, Earth vehicles are not waterproof. As it also turns out, Earth vehicles are also extremely expensive. I feared traveling on the paths covered in snow. I hesitated as I wondered if I was being excessively anxious, until I heard the sirens of 3 emergency earthling repair vehicles passing.

As I value my life and my vehicle, I decided against traveling to my place of employment at the designated time. I’m my groggy but panicked state, I contacted them to notify them that I would be attending much later, once the path is safe.

I returned to sleep mode as the snow pushers pushed the snow off of the paths. I attended for labor at 11:00 AM. I felt guilt knowing that my comrades fought their fears and traveled this morning, and have been at our place of employment for much longer than I today, but decided that choosing the safety of my vessel is a good thing. I had to ask myself and answer myself again, what is important. 

Upon return to my habitat, I tended to my decorative Earth vegetation, my companion fish, and interacted with my small companion mammal after lightly sanitizing her habitat.


I then assisted my Earth mother with reporting her income to the government so that they could confirm whether she owed them currency for simply existing or if they had taken an excessive amount of currency from her to be returned. I find this annual earthling tradition to be extremely odd. If the government took our currency, should they not be the ones to perform the labor to confirm the amounts? I have also learned that mistakes in this process could also lead to imprisonment, which is when earthlings trap other earthlings in small cages for extended periods. Earthlings are so strange.

It was quite an aggravating process, causing me to smoke 3 cigarettes and 2 bars of sweetened frozen cow milk.

I would like to return to my planet. Alas, I am trapped here.

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