Isaac's House 2

Winter marches on still. The days grow shorter, along with how long I sleep. The winter pisses me off. Its Arizona, the the birds are singing, water is running, the sun is shining, and the second you take a step out the god damned door, you wonder how the shit it looks so nice and yet close to freezing.

The sun sets around 5:30 already and rises around 6:00 is my guess. The stars are plentiful as always, you can actually see the milky way out here. Solar panels still work, and obviously the internet too.

I've been avoiding it for a while now, but its not just the noises that keep me awake. It's the guilt, or closer, the lack of guilt. I don't really know what has happened to most of the people I knew, and yet I'm content not to know. Its funny that I'm worried about not worrying about them, it's my insomnia catch-22. Once I'm really able to worry about them, I wont be able to sleep because I'm worried about them.

What I really need to do is do something. We've done a few small things, but I need to get out of this house, I'm going more than stir-crazy. As much as i bitch and moan about the cold, I know its a good thing, because the zeds we see every once in a while don't notice when their fucking eyes have iced over. As long as I get pissed off when I get hurt, I'm still human. That's a good thing, right?