The End of the World

So yesterday I started watching "The Walking Dead". Started, then marathon watched the first season, which is only 6 episodes. That show is fucking great! I've been really irritated with TV in general lately, but this show is something else. It makes me think of the end of the world. And how I would loot everything, which kind of makes me happy.

I mean, look the whole Mayan thing, who knows. However, with viruses and bacteria mutating to be resistant to high dose antibiotics, I mean its interesting. Will it produce flesh eating zombies? You got me. What I do know is that I will be prepared. I already wrote about the emergency kit, this is more than that. This is a plan.

Right now the plan consists of finding sharp objects to add to my emergency kit, and thinking I should learn how to convert my Prius to be fully electric if need be.

While watching the first episode, I wanted to text the Firefighter. I had a feeling he must have seen this show, and if not then he needs to watch it because its right up his alley.

However, I also wanted to text him because my coworker, Sean, gave me some advice after I saw him. After telling him the whole she-bang of what went down, he told me that he thinks I still "have him". Sean advised to keep myself in his space. Text him, call him, whatever. Keep him thinking about me. After a couple of days obsessing about it, I decided to shrug it off.

The words ended up worming around in my head. Last Monday I asked about his Thanksgiving plans. He replied, like he always does. It was a short text conversation. Then and there I decided to not do that again.

On Saturday he texted me, asking how my Thanksgiving was, if I did any shopping, yadda yadda. Hmm.

On Sunday I caved and texted him about The Walking Dead. He watches the show, loves the show. Even more adding that I look like the character Amy, and seeing her reminds him of me.

Our text conversation went into planning for a zombie apocalypse. Me talking about getting more things for my kit, him saying that he has been telling people for years that something like this will happen, me talking all sciencey, him talking all military-y, me saying that he has all that camping gear too and that he is so prepared, him giving me the invitation: "You can stay at my house during the zombie apocalypse".

So invitation to barricade as his place during the apocalypse and the invite to "crash" at his place if I move to LB for any indefinite period of time?? My mind has been turning about this for the last 24 hours. Maybe Sean was right, but like our planning of a zombie apocalypse, the thought of an "us" is pretend.

Last night as my mind reeled from watching an intense show before bed, which is generally a strict no-no, I thought I should take Archery lessons. I'd be like Buffy, but fighting zombies or people with some kind of plague, instead of vampires. Or I would just be able to shoot a bow and arrow, which is cool in its own right. This morning I got my daily Groupon email... 50% off archery lessons.

If that is not a message from the universe hinting to me that shit is going down soon and I need to be prepared, and get prepared affordably, then I don't know what is. I texted the same thing to the firefighter, he completely agreed then told me to let him know how it goes because he wants to take lessons too.

This morning I told Sean about the zombie housing offer, he said

"So all you need is the end of the world and you two can be together?"
Moi: "When you say it that way, it sounds a tad dramatic... but yes, work on that. I'm so over being single"