Ermph

My throat is killing me but I otherwise feel amongst the living. Not at all Evil Dead, Dawn of the Dead, or 28 Days Later like. Which is a good thing. I gave up on being a zombie a couple of years ago. If it had been a few years earlier, however, I would have been embracing the grim hand of death so I could go after my friends and eat their brains and make them just like me. What? It could happen. Zombies totally shamble into the branch all the time. And I'm all, "Dude, could you not gnaw on the arm of the man standing in front of you?" And they're all, "Uhhhhhh." And I'm all, "Shut up! I would never!" And they're all, "Uhhhhhhh." And I'm all, "You are so getting thrown out of the branch." And they're all, "Uhhhhhhh." And then I throw their rotting asses out the door and tell them never to return. What? It could happen.

I'm also feeling as if I could eat. In fact, I'm huuuuuuunnnnnnngry right now. I want food. But not brains. See above. Maybe I'll go poke at dinner and see if it's edible yet.

Ta!

PS - Is my alien guy a cannibal? He looks like he's hungry for people. Weird.