he was clearly upset when he woke up and insisted that the bite would heal. I knew it was going to happen so I took the precaution of knocking him out and tying him down to his bed in advance. those crazy moans, I could hear them through the wall. well, Paul in the apartment next to mine finally turned. I can't tell you how frustrating it is for me here in San Francisco, right on the coast, but totally unable to- oh wait asecīack again.

get to a boat but know how to use a boat! that's a good one. don't go to any so-called 'Safe Zones'! those are deathtraps. get a high quality wetsuit! zombies apparently cannot bite through them. so let's start with that, what I learned: not the most escapist of fiction to choose from given the circumstances, I know, but I figured I could learn some things. Today I want to talk about a book I read recently, Apocalypse Z by Manel Loureiro. the humorous expressions they have while dealing with my various surprises! they are worse than the zombies! well fortunately I keep my pots full of hot oil on a low simmer, ready to cope with such annoyances from my balcony. not a day goes by without having to deal with them. just some more of those damned cannibalistic looters trying to scale my iron gate. to whoever is reading this, oh wait- whats that soundoutside I'm sure teh interwebs will go down soon enough and I will have to switch to my journal (who will ever read it?), but for now at least I am online and ready to ramble to the world at large. Apocalypse Wow! well, we all have our own coping strategies and mine is staring at my navel and then reporting back my findings via this blog. this is mark monday, wasting your time again with some insignificant random musings while the highly significant zombie apocalypse is happening to us all.

Apocalipsis Z by Manel Loureiro