My writing: "So, how are things?", Linden asks."You're asking me that?! We're in the middle of a fucking apocalypse!", I say. Today has been shit; My ankle is visibly at an impossible angle and incredibly swollen, I had to half hop half drag myself for miles with only a piece of an old support beam cutting into my hand for help, and I only got a box of crackers for my troubles!
My headphones: THAT NiGht i hAD a miNOR breAkdOWN cause the WOMAN in the night GOWN whO wAs mEanT to VisIT me waS LaTe