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I had a dream last ... ... okay, this morning.

Basically this is why I found Inception kind of hard to swallow.

I have decided to present it with pictures.

( this is a really awesome cutCollapse )

Can't say much, laptop giving off too much light. We're in the shack in the backyard for now which really wasn't my idea and I tihnk we're ging to have to move very very soon. The fences here aren't very sturdy so at least we'll be able to move quickly. And I don't know how long the new satellite dish is going to last either—it's 3 metres in diameter, so it'll be sturdier than the one before, hopefujlly.

I can hear the neighbours in their cars. At least, I hope those are the neighbours.

My arm still hurts from a few days ago. Shouldn't have taken that shower fdshj this is making everything harder.

I woke up around 3 PM. My parents (not dead as far as I know) left early as usual. I slept through the worst of it, I think. It's been ... quiet around here. BAD SIGN? PROBABLY. My phone's out of batteries or I'd call people.

I'ma go put on my suit. If I'm going to die in zombie apocalypse I am doing it in style.

Midnight. And it's starting. I'm in the game room, still, didn't go to bed—I don't want to be near any windows. My parents stopped calling the fucking phone to tell me to sleep so I'm assuming they've croaked. The master bedroom's ... pretty vulnerable to the whole fucking rotting zombies crashing through the giant windows and all.

I have to wonder if they're in on it.

I'm okay in here for the time being. Watching the episode of Erin I missed today.