I'm going to let you in on a little secret:
I've been cheating on you.
Not with another blog (okay, well maybe a little ) but with another life.
My present one.
While Post-Apocalyptic Training occupies a space in my brain, it's been temporarily relocated from the couch in front of the teevee (where I see it every day) to that table in the hallway where you dump your mail and your car keys. I know where it is, mind you. It's just buried under a bunch of junk. Junk like my part-time work-at-work job, my part-time work-at-home job, my volunteer job, my new sales/freelance job, my possible writing job, and oh yeah, that whole writing career thing. Add to that four days of running, one to two days of spinning, three days weightlifting, and I occasionally have to shower.
Every day I think the people! the people need me to update! After the zombies come, the ability to multitask is going to be as important as ever. With one arm I'll hafta light a molotov cocktail with a dangling cigarette while my other arm (broken, natch) cradles my 45-pound pit bull.
It's just that, y'know, I won't have to blog about it afterwards.
I kid, I kid. I have a set of lockpicks that are making their way to be (through the mail; they're not sentient. Yet.) I purchased my set of picks with the knowledge I gleaned from here; however, prior to purchasing please make sure to see if it's legal to possess them in your state. In California, it's only illegal to posses picks if one proves malicious intent. Desire to escape zombies is not malicious. (Yet.)
If I told you that I wasn't having daydreams about being the living embodiment of my long-lost WoW Level 60 Undead Rogue, Sanguine, I'd be a damned liar.
Instead, I'm just a damned nerd.