God, my arm where that guy bit me this morning is really burning.  I keep running cold water on it and lathering it with NeoSporin and a cortisone cream, but nothing helps.  It’s driving me crazy.  I’ve got an ice pack on it now which makes it hard to type but at least makes the burning sensation bearable.  My head is pounding, too.  I just took 800 mg of both Ibuprofin and Tylenol.  I can’t get through to the advice line at my health insurance company; the line’s continually busy.

There are more of those drunks wandering around on the streets.  Okay, let’s call them zombies, since everyone else is.  One of our neighbors broke out a shotgun and has been gunning them down.  I’ve tried calling the cops and the sheriff, even the highway patrol, but none of the emergency responders are responding.  I’m not going out there.  I just hope that when all this is over things can get back to normal.

The one guy is still outside in our back yard.  Neighborhood cats have been snacking on him.  That’s just sick.  None of the zombies seem interested in the cats on the streets, though, which I suppose is a good thing.  For the cats.

I really want to go lie down for a bit, but this project is kicking my ass.  I really want to get it done.

So, to distract myself, I’m playing some music real loud.  Tom Waits, which seems appropriate under the circumstances.

D1sc0r0b0t wonders what people would listen to if the apocalypse were nigh.  So I’m also posing the question.  What would you listen to?  Or, if you are convinced that this is really Z-day, what’s playing on your stereo or iPod right now?