Monday, 2.15pm

I got red on me. 

I only had a black sharpie and red nail polish to work with. It's suddenly hit me that we might lose water, and therefore not be able to wash ... and I might have to go into work tomorrow. I just stopped short of moving onto my face and neck, too. This was a rash decision. It doesn't even look real so I can't pretend I had an accident ... My room smells very strongly of nail polish. 

Monday, 12.28pm

Sometimes I like to pretend this isn’t a hurricane, but I’m actually barricaded in my house because of a zombie apocalypse. 

I don't know why I would attack a zombie with an ancient club. I definitely don't have access to one. I'm not one of the slag brothers. I think I need to seriously re-evaluate my zombie plan.