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.
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: