I read somewhere that if you text your zip code and the word SHELTER to a certain number, you would get the address for your nearest fallout shelter. So I tried it. All I got was a connection to FEMA. I immediately opted out.

I’m at Holy Cross Mortuary. The mausoleum is pretty empty. When I went into the restroom, I chose the roomy stall … you know, the one on the end with the wheelchair on it? THERE WAS NO ONE AROUND. I was in there for mere seconds and I hear someone enter the bathroom. F. She had a cane. I hurried up, didn’t look her in the eye, washed up and ran out. I am a bad person.

I’ve been busy celebrating the arrival of 2013 and participating in Cousin Adventures. More later.

Side note. “I think I’m in love with a retard.” – Animal House