What time is it, kids?
Why, it's time for Random Tuesday Thoughts!
What does that mean, kids?
It means y'all get out your number 2 pencils, scribble down some incohesive thoughts on a cocktail napkin, and then turn them into a post! And then add the fugly purple button, and leave the link to your post in a comment so we can all check you out!
(No, I haven't forgiven Mr. Linky yet. Maybe next week).
Anybody else get really squirrelly when they're hungry? Do you ever skip a meal and think, "Omg, I'm going to be SO crabby later," and then later you're all, "GAH everybody is SO STUPID and I am SO IRRITATED and IT'S NOT BECAUSE I'M HUNGRY SO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!". And then you eat a huge meal and you're still crabby as shit so you feel vindicated. Like, "See? It wasn't because I was hungry, everybody really IS super irritating!"?
No, I'm not cranky. That isn't the POINT. Shut UP.
I'm reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Some
Yeah. Sure they are.
Anyway, no nightmares so far. It's kind of a silly read, and there's some humor to it ("The creatures were crawling on their hands and knees, biting into ripe heads of cauliflower, which they had mistaken for stray brains"), so it's not completely terrifying. It reminds me of Shaun of the Dead, which I foolishly saw in the theatre, and wasn't scared a bit until 3/4 of the way through when the zombies pulled some dude through a window and ripped his stomach open. Then I was all, "Oh holy shit this is a ZOMBIE movie!!".
No zombie nightmares since reading the book, but I had a doozy a few days before. I was standing in a graveyard on the edge of a swamp. Someone came up behind me and I just about took their head off. (Because apparently I have swapped my terrified attempts to barricade windows for uber zombie-slayerness. )
It turned out to be my mother. Alive.
I was ecstatic to see her but suddenly realized we were surrounded. I could only leave the way I came, over the swamp in a skiff, but I couldn't put two people in it without capsizing it (and leaving us both prey for zombies above and below). So I had to leave my Mom in a graveyard, up a tree, surrounded by zombies.
(Oedipus had fewer issues than me, apparently).
I rushed the skiff back to base camp, which was an adobe fortress built into a hill, and pounded on the door. Guess who let me in?
We took the 50s-style pickup truck/tow truck overland back to rescue my Mom. I'm going to assume we got there in time, because that's when I woke up.
I have an ultrasound tomorrow for no happy reason (it's to eliminate any potential weirdness/cysts that might be causing my premature
Which would probably be tolerable if they were on time.
Magic 8-Ball says, ALL SIGNS POINT TO NO.
I wonder if it needs to be water? I bet drinking a litre of wine an hour before would make it a lot more fun. Or vomituous. Either way.
The Inaugural Run for our relay marathon training didn't happen today, either. Yes, it was pouring rain all day, but our Fearless Leader Trainer Lady was incommunicado, too.
That can't be a good sign, can it? If the trainer doesn't feel like training? I'm kind of getting that 'doomy' feeling about this whole project.
And, y'know, I could work out on my own, but I'm busy writing for YOUR amusement. You'd think you guys would be more grateful.
What's that? You are grateful? Prove it, then - grab the button, write your RTT post, and leave your link in the comments! Happy Tuesday!