Pandemic Apocalypse Journal Day 3:
We lost one today. It's difficult with such a large house hold. Such things are inevitable, but never acceptable. The second born, distracted by the magic picture box while simultaneously trying to engage in a virtual simulation world of strange beings with green gems floating over their head made a terrible error. The beings, who she tends to as if they were her own and I affectionately call 'Blurp' and 'Sivol' as it appears to be how they pronounce their names themselves, have lived in a virtual world of joy. The second born, distracted my the magic picture box, forgot to finish a pool she had dug for our green gemmed friends, and yesterday, Blurp was lost, unable to exit the pool without it's ladder. Oh, how that evil magic picture box distracts. But we drive on. We have adjusted to the rationing of the toilet tissue. One wipe, fold and flip, and if that doesn't work their is a bag of dried leaves hanging next to the commode. The sacrifices are real. The Black Market offer for the second born is looking better daily... And her feline too. But I digress. To a toilet paper rich future, and a brighter day.
