One Day At A Time because planning too far ahead in post-apocalyptia is a bad idea

The Second of April

Mitchell said that this apocalypse was God's prank on the world. I told him April Fool's was over and no one's laughing.

"Don't need to be funny to be a practical joke," he said. I thought practical was a poor choice of words, but he didn't seem to share that opinion. He just shook his head, tossed a bag of chips and a bottle of sprite in my lap, and left me alone.

God. I hate soda.