My jaw is killing me. I think it hurts more knowing I don't have the -option- of treatment. Either my body will overcome the infection, or I'll eventually run out of 30/500 Codeine/Paracetamol and I'll need to come up with a clever idea.
I hope it won't involve a length of string and a slammed door, as that's highly unlikely to work on a molar.
I've been staying indoors. It's quiet outside, people seem to be bunkering down. The occasional car goes by. Plenty of food stocked up. Shouldn't be any problems.
Fleas are driving me crazy. Downside of cats. I wouldn't give them up for anything - especially now I'm losing everyone else.
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Friday, 1 October 2010
Idea.
Woke up. Took a long while to get up. Hard to find a reason. Felt motivated by an idea.
Write about it. Why? Well, I'm sure there's still a few people out there to read it. The net works, though I don't know how long Blogger's servers will stay up. Maybe I'll manage to set up some kind of alternative hosting. Let me know if you can help with that, I've never been particularly tech-savvy, let alone now half the results on google are a 404.
We should probably be frantically downloading the entirity of eHow and Wikipedia about now. What else do we need? Fuck, it's hard to care. I've always thought I was depressive, apathetic. What changed? Nothing, except now I have a reason.
Rambling.
Don't want to go outside. Food will last a while, I guess, but I still need to feed the cats, and they are hungry little bastards. Sitting online talking to friends, most don't even want to mention it. Several haven't been online for days. Judging by the news, or what little is still being reported coherently, there's no control left. I know I didn't feel safe last time I went out. I imagine it's a lot worse now.
Do you think .22 lead pellets can penetrate a skull? I'm skeptical as to whether my rifle has any practical use in this situation, but it might be worth trying. At least I might carry the scope around if I do need to head outside.
I'll update when I can. Let me know about hosting options, I think I'm going to try to keep updating as long as I can.
- Jack
Write about it. Why? Well, I'm sure there's still a few people out there to read it. The net works, though I don't know how long Blogger's servers will stay up. Maybe I'll manage to set up some kind of alternative hosting. Let me know if you can help with that, I've never been particularly tech-savvy, let alone now half the results on google are a 404.
We should probably be frantically downloading the entirity of eHow and Wikipedia about now. What else do we need? Fuck, it's hard to care. I've always thought I was depressive, apathetic. What changed? Nothing, except now I have a reason.
Rambling.
Don't want to go outside. Food will last a while, I guess, but I still need to feed the cats, and they are hungry little bastards. Sitting online talking to friends, most don't even want to mention it. Several haven't been online for days. Judging by the news, or what little is still being reported coherently, there's no control left. I know I didn't feel safe last time I went out. I imagine it's a lot worse now.
Do you think .22 lead pellets can penetrate a skull? I'm skeptical as to whether my rifle has any practical use in this situation, but it might be worth trying. At least I might carry the scope around if I do need to head outside.
I'll update when I can. Let me know about hosting options, I think I'm going to try to keep updating as long as I can.
- Jack
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