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!

I thought I came to driving late! I took lessons in high school, but my test date was scheduled the same day as one of my A-Levels, and there was no way to reschedule before I left the country. And then I didn't need to drive until years after I graduated university, at which point I had to start again from scratch--automatics, other side of the road, etc.

I had a lot of subconscious anxiety, but it petered out fairly quickly--as long as I was driving alone. It was forever before I could drive properly with someone else in the car.

However, I've only driven licensed in the US and Canada. I refuse to drive in Jamaica. I can barely remember what side of the road to be on. That would totally mess me up.

Also, the other drivers are insane. I don't want to venture down that path.

My place is actually pretty secure from zombies. If I ever sell, I'm totally putting that in the listing. 3rd floor, brick building, with a balcony for scouting or dropping things onto zombies below. And I have enough canned goods that I could go to ground for quite a while. (I think I mentioned before that I have a really oversized kitchen for how much actual cooking I do, so...)

Zenkitty has made me realize I definitely need to restock the bar, though. A couple bottles of wine won't last long.

Of course, one of them will have been responsible somehow

Hee.

I have a valid license, but I haven't driven in at least five years.

I just had 2 slices of pizza (frozen pizza, but still pizza)

Totino's Party Pizza?

A Tombstone "light" (which we buy simply because it's loaded with veggies, not because of any vaunted "light" status). Which I don't like as much as the $1.25 Totino's. Because I am PURE CLASS.

And since The Boy is at a board meeting (who schedules these things on a Friday night?!?), I think I'm going to take a nap.