After playing about 2 hours of Stubbs the Zombie, and watching Hot Fuzz, I went to bed and dreamed about, surprise surprise, zombies. All night long– nothing but zombies. Oh, and of course, people who were turning into zombies.
*sigh*
What is it about zombies that grab my subconscious imagination so much? I feel like I should research and learn more so I can turn this perverse switch in my head into something productive, and yet. I fear that such research will leave me sleepless and boarding up the windows of the RV with sheets of zombie-proof aluminum siding.
Also, my picture of my new glasses didn’t upload the other day. Here it is:
Cute, eh?