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Jun. 13th, 2009 22:21![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
schizoauthoressI spent the last two hours trying to get the Internet working on this computer, so damn right I'm going to use it. Typing is slower than usual having only one hand to use (hurts too much to use my left arm, even if Mr. C managed to get it popped back into place), but I am stubbornly making sure I type this right.
No word yet whether any of our families are all right. And my friends list seems incredibly calm about this. Dare I hope that this is a localized phenomenon?
Managed to get a glimpse of the highways out one of the windows -- bumper to bumper red lights, all on the way OUT of the city. I can see dark shapes moving between the cars...I don't think the highway was the way to go.
Got nothing to complain about, not here and not now.
In a little while, I'll get up to do my look-around on this floor (make sure none of the zombies around here figure out how to climb stairs), maybe get another cold bottled water from the break-room fridge. The movie-buff in me kind of wishes we'd gone by the Boyfriend's grandmother's house and gotten them, or at least the guns. Not sure if holing up so high in the building was a great idea, but it works for right now. The Boyfriend and Mr. C are looking through some of the other floors right now.
Oops, there's the radio. Gotta go.
No word yet whether any of our families are all right. And my friends list seems incredibly calm about this. Dare I hope that this is a localized phenomenon?
Managed to get a glimpse of the highways out one of the windows -- bumper to bumper red lights, all on the way OUT of the city. I can see dark shapes moving between the cars...I don't think the highway was the way to go.
Got nothing to complain about, not here and not now.
In a little while, I'll get up to do my look-around on this floor (make sure none of the zombies around here figure out how to climb stairs), maybe get another cold bottled water from the break-room fridge. The movie-buff in me kind of wishes we'd gone by the Boyfriend's grandmother's house and gotten them, or at least the guns. Not sure if holing up so high in the building was a great idea, but it works for right now. The Boyfriend and Mr. C are looking through some of the other floors right now.
Oops, there's the radio. Gotta go.