Hi!  So, I found an old globe when I went scavaging.  It’s pretty cool.  set it on my floor at the house.  Found some more books too.  A lot of them have the pages stuck together because of the damp outside.  I stuck them in my room to be gone through later.  I feel like a slob collecting things but in one way it feels good.  Like I’m preserving history one book at a time.

I looked at the globe and traced all the places I wanted to go before I die.  And then I think, who am I kidding.  All those places are gone, skeletal remains.  I wanted to go to France and see the Eiffel Tower and the Arc d’ Triumph.  I always said I couldn’t go because I don’t speak the language.  Now all I’d need to do is zombie groans.  Such a waste.

I’m at work now.  No one has come in for the last bit so far.  Good to keep routine though.  I may never travel but at least I’m alive.  That’s good, right?