February 12th

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still kicking.

It has been raining hard since last night. It is a cold Atlanta rain and I want nothing to do with it. I am staying inside and keeping warm. I moved the computer upstairs and snaked an extension cord up here so I can type by the fireplace. It is too fucking cold for the basement.

The rain has been non-stop so I have been trying hard to collect rainwater. I got every empty bottle outside on the porch trying to collect it. I was watching the water drain out of the gutter across the street and I got a bright idea. I moved my barrel over to the rain gutter and tore it open. I got it feeding straight into the barrel and it is quite a large volume. The water is dirty as shit but fuck, its water.

As much as I want to stay at Home Base and stay dry, I ended up getting drenched as I set up the water barrel.

I got really crazy and actually went outside to wash. I took some soap and stripped down. I kept the gun with me and washed as best I cold. It was so fucking cold that my balls receded into my stomach but I stayed out there till I was clean. Fuck, I even washed my hair.

I came back in and shivered a lot. When I dried out, I took all my dishes outside in a wash tub. I am going to catch goddamn pneumonia doing this but let me tell you, my ass is going to be clean and so are my dishes.

I think I am having both cans of chicken soup today to fight off the cold.

Little Joe is still out in the rain, pushing his toys. Crazy fucker.

I saw a zombie shambling in the rain this morning. I took it down with only two shots. I thought the rain would mess with my aim but it was nothing. Visibility was shit but bullets still go where you put them in the rain. These things are good to know.

You know, for a day off I have been fucking busy.

Time to check on the water barrel. I’ll see you tomorrow.