February 20th

This is Jimmy Varn and I am stubbornly alive.

The Zombie Parade didn’t show up last night but I can hear them. They are close. Already I am seeing a dozen zombies shambling along. I don’t know what these guys are doing so far ahead of the parade. Are they leaders? Is the parade following these jackasses?

One of the zombies was a naked woman. She had long blonde hair, well, what was left of hair. I wondered if she was a stripper. I have to tell you, undead naked women look like Hell, they don’t look like Jenna Jameson.

Well, maybe Jenna Jameson after all her plastic surgery.

I am a little buzzed. I have been drinking wine coolers this morning to keep from freaking out. I had to stop boiling water and that was upsetting. Boiling water made me feel like I was accomplishing something.

The shades are all closed and windows are locked. I brought down every blanket I could find down to the basement. Last time the parade was here, I didn’t have the space heaters I have now. It might eat up more electricity but I don’t want to freeze to death.

The generator is the big question. Last time, they didn’t hear it. If I was smart, I would leave it off during the parade. No sense taking chances, right? The thing is, if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to blog. If I stop blogging, people might think I am dead and not come look for me. If I stop blogging, I might as well be dead. This blog gives me structure in my day. If I didn’t blog at noon, I would sit around and wait to die.

I wish the fuckers would hurry up and get here.

I’m treating myself to a lunch Crystal showed me. Basically you drown Spam in cream of mushroom soup and it doesn’t taste much like Spam at all. Crystal, if you are out there, I am almost willing to forgive you stealing the bike for this recipe.

I have some Clive Barker books that I have been setting aside for this. I plan to spend most of my time reading. There is a little light that comes through the windows. I thought about reading Laymon, he has a Beast series that looks interesting but I don’t know. ‘Island’ gave me such a head trip that I doubt I could survive that during again, not during a parade.

I am temped to run all the way back to the bookstore and grab some more to read. Ha, I should put together an apocalypse reading list. Books that won’t teach you shit, but will keep you from thinking about all the damn undead outside.

My lunch is done. Time to go. See you tomorrow.