Which is a mixed blessing, really. On the one hand, I've never really been all that fond of people to begin with. On the other, I could see this sort of life getting lonely after a while.
Being the self-declared President of the unified Nation of the Post-Apocalyptic World has its pluses and minuses as well. While it certainly is liberating to issue decrees and commands, I sometimes fear that I've become drunk with power.
Being drunk with power and vodka simultaneously is quite frightening. I don't know how Boris Yeltsin did it.
I have some vague memories of breaking off diplomatic relations with South Korea last night, but now can't be sure if I did or not. A potentially embarrassing international faux pas, if there are any internations left.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll venture out of the bunker and see what remains of my town. I shudder to think of what I'll find there.