Furthermore

Aug 18, 2008 14:12

Laying awake between apocalyptic dreams this morning, I fretted that our new house has too many low windows to hold looters at bay in the absence of law.

We don't have anywhere near enough canned food to survive the collapse of our transportation infrastructure.

Heck, we don't even have a working can opener.

nightmare, real life, house

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