Angst via text:
Me: Am stuck doing boring sales calls with boss for self-important government types ALL DAY. Kill me now.
Hubby: Aw :(
Me: I hate my job.
Me: I wish the zombies would just rise up and kill me, already.
Hubby: Who would that leave me with?
Me: Zombie Keely. Pretty much the same thing, just less whiny and a little more bitey.