Monday was 28 days, tonight is 30 days; according to the calendar, that makes Claire a full calendar month old. My inner optimist tells me that every day where the three of us are all still here together is a victory, but my inner everyone else persistently beats the crud out of that optimist and tells it to shut up because we're all trying to get some sleep here.
It's definitely starting to turn into a zombie movie here, except it's some sort of bizarre backward zombie movie where the whole world's just fine and only the main characters are becoming the living dead. It may be too late for Liz, and I've got the strangest craving for brains.
Yeah. It's pretty much like that.
- Mood: exhausted