Saturday, October 14, 2115

I think it's kind of funny that Friday the 13th was yesterday, you know, considering that the world is ending today instead.  I guess we're often a bit slow on the uptake.

I'm really only writing out of habit at this point, since I expect no one will be able to read soon.  Or even have a brain to read with.  Still, it's kind of therapeutic.

I cancelled my date with Brian over text, which would be a pretty sucky move if I wasn't too scared to go outside to find him in person.  He didn't respond, which means he is either offended or already dead.  Either way, I think we can safely say I am single.

So, this is an apocalypse, huh?  It's actually really boring right now, since I'm shut up inside my house with my family and the mailman that ran in here for cover and won't leave.  He's in the guest room.  He's kind of shy, but a decent guy, and he has a bunch of tape and rubber bands, which I guess may be useful at some point.  The zombies that came down the street this morning (thus the mailman coming inside) are gone, but our neighborhood has too many trees and alleys to be sure they aren't still out there.

Most of my friends are okay, but are holed up inside, too.  Katelyn was at the movie theater when they announced the lockdown, so she told me she's living on popcorn and nachos until a rescue party comes or the zombies find them.  In the meantime, she's memorized the Trolls movie.  I don't blame her for going with the kids movie; there are too many jump scares in real life now.

Well, I'd better make sure my windows are securely boarded before bed.  Maybe I'll write again tomorrow; who knows?