Today was a long drawn out day. I stayed home today. I was suppose to go out and see what books on survival techniques I could "Borrow" from the Barnes & Nobles down the road about a mile and a half, as well as get some canned food. I woke up and had some coffee, and a cigar. I started smoking not too long ago. I find it funny, actually. I started smoking cigars because I some one I know smokes them, or I should say smoked them. I figured they were less dangerous than cigarettes since you don't inhale. In the current situation I don't think lung cancer is my biggest concern. I haven't head anything from the lady across the hall in a day. She bore a little hole in her door, as did I so we could talk to each other from across the hall with out leaving the safety of our homes. It was good to talk to another person.
I hope she's alright. I don't suppose those things climbed up three stories and entered her apartment. Maybe she is just ill and can't muster the strength to pull the little piece of string with the bell on it to get my attention so we can talk again. She is an older lady, she may have passed away, under the immense, she no doubtingly was under. I can't help but think if she had, that she's got it better off than I do, and the guy lying in the parking lot. I can't seem to forget our last conversation. She talked about how she was a Christian, but she didn't think this was God's punishment. She said that she thought it was simply God, allowing man to do what the Bible had sad man would do. Destroy himself.
It's late. I've got to get up in the morning, or afternoon, whenever it is I wake up, and try and figure out how I am going to spend my day. With any luck I might come across something interesting, or helpful on my day to day ventures.