This was, I'm sad to say, the last entry
in the my written by hand storm dairy.
Loosing the will to go on. No lights.
No internet, no Skyrim. Upon waking I turned to Scott and told him
that I had lost the will to go on and the should go, and live for
both of us. Then he tickled me until I got up.
He fights dirty, that man.
Deprived of my usual pursuits of
struggling to survive, I drifted from activity to activity -doing the
dishes taking the dog for a walk and reading a few books while the
terrible sense that life was futile kept drifting through my head.
I pretty much drug myself though the
day.
The next day I went out and bought a bunch
of high powered battery operated work lights to stave off the
terrible darkness. The day after that, I realized that staving off
the terrible darkness was not enough, and I went to Walmart and
bought a bunch of cat puzzles.
Look the selection was kinda shitty.
Okay?
Although the tiger puzzle glowed in the
dark, so there was that.
So after a brief argument we finally
decided on cat-with-miracle-whip-on-it's-nose-in-kitchen puzzle,
turned on our super LED work lights and started in. And we were
terrible at this. I think the last time I had sat down to work a
puzzle was oh- middle school. So then we were all like border pieces
first, but then we got confused about whose side what colors went on
and then we were all like “Wait my side is like, super long here”
and I'm all “If the top is here then I don't have enough pieces.”
Plus the back ground was out of focus on the adorable kitten picture
so I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out if the
round blurs in the back ground were strawberries or tangerines.
About that point the power came back
on.
So then I had to run around like a
crazy person while Scott tried to find that one piece that went to the can
of whipped cream that didn't have any writing on it, and I threw on
shoes and ran around the yard screaming.
Oh, and I think they were tangerines.
Then I got to do all of those things
that I had been wanting to do for a week. Those things that had been
slowly fading out of my memories as things that Holly gets to take
for granted every day. Those things.
Which is why I would like to sit out
the zombie apocalypse thank you very much.
Then I got to take a shower and
microwave things and there was much rejoicing.
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