My house is not easily defensible in the even of a zombie apocalypse, I don't think OTOH, if my neighbors work with me, we could cut off downtown from easy overland approach, unless the zombies take over Amtrak early, then we're screwed.

Ooh, I could canoe out to an island pretty easily, though. That would buy some time.

ETa: that reminds me, I need to restock my emergency kit. Right now I have water for a few days but hardly any food.

Y'all are making want to watch Night of The Comet. I would really really just want to be able to get in and secure an awesome building to be my house.

water. ok, on it.

Why does Friday afternoon always last soooo long?

It's a Tino thing, isn't it?

I know our house is not very defensible in the event of a zombie attack. In fact, some of my recurring nightmares center on that fact. (Note to Self: buy a baseball bat or golf club the next time you're at a thrift store, to keep by the bed.)

Having a fun bday! Went to the zoo and bought a year's membership. Had Corona and saw the animals. Still to come: cake and gifts! Woot!

My sister is yelling at me for finding men her age attractive. I'm very confused. That's some of my most appropriate behaviour ever.

In case of an apocalypse I just want to know where the Winchesters and the Connors are. Of course, one of them will have been responsible somehow, but still good ordnance.

This SQL is kicking my ass. I may need to print it out and take it home and stare at it old school.

Sounds like a good day, GC! May the rest of your birthday be just as good.

Which reminds me, I think I'm going to need to learn to drive again for this job. At least, I said something about not having a car, and she was like, Well, you can just rent one if you need to get somewhere, right? Um, sure?

My dad offered to pay for lessons for me this summer so that I would be able to drive them around when they are no longer able to. The thought of driving gives me much anxiety.

The thought of driving gives me much anxiety.

Me too. Especially since job-related driving would probably be in Other Places anyway. Eek.

I'm holing up, not fighting back.

This is why I have post-zombie-apocalypse dibs on the local Super Wal-Mart. All your post-apocalyptic survival needs in one place! Plastic-wrapped water and food that will never rot? Check. Guns, ammo, and large knives? Check. Medicine? Got it. Fire pits for burning the remains of the unfortunate dead? Got 'em. The ingredients for crude homemade bombs? Right here! Condoms? Got 'em. (The movies have taught us that, post-apocalypse, there will be at least one sexy horny motherfucker walking around half-naked looking for something, which I'll have because I'm in Wal-Mart.) And at some point, probably very soon and for the rest of our short brutal lives, we'll need alcohol, and we'll have it! Because being as this is the South, alcohol and guns are both sold in your friendly local Super Wal-Mart! Zombies? Bring it. Clean-up on Aisle Three, motherfucker!