Die you pale-faced goons!
Monday, April 5, 2004 – 8:56 pm
So I saw the movie “Dawn of the Dead” yesterday. Now it wasn’t so much that I was scared of ZOMBIES per se, but I found myself laying awake last night contemplating the much more likely fundamental breakdown of civilization itself. Whatever the cause, zombie or otherwise, I couldn’t get over the thought of being besieged by the very end of humanity. I stayed up all night, planning and re-planning what to do in case today was the end of the world. I worked out a rationing plan, where to get supplies, how to barricade myself inside our apartment, and even how to round up others from the building to aid in our quest for survival.
Around the time I started working out which people in my apartment building I would most want to help and whom I would throw off the roof, I decided this event was verging on insanity and promptly stopped. Unfortunately by this point the Sun had started to rise. Oddly enough I found myself hoping a zombie would bust my door down so I wouldn’t have to get up and go to work.
I think my anxiety is taking over. Can you tell?
Mood: Aaah! Boogie man