A couple of mornings ago I got half woken up at 7.30, in the middle of a zombie dream. It's my second so far this year and I haven't even watched anything with zombies since I got back from Germany.
It was different to the first one. I was at home and could see that there were people and zombies in the street outside, passing quite quickly by the windows heading all in the same direction. There were emergency instructions for any survivors to leave their homes and make their way to a centre somewhere, but I was too afraid to leave the house so I didn't go.
I wish I could remember the ending.
Random fact of the day:
I hate high fives so much that they make me feel slightly physically unwell. I think I almost gagged when I was thinking about high fives last night.
How is that for a weird, possibly irrational hatred?
The first time I saw you
I knew it would never last
I'm not half what I wish I was
I'm so angry, I don't think it'll ever pass
And I was bad news for you, just because
I never meant to hurt you
today i left work 25 minutes late and frazzled to the most amazing sunset i have seen in a while. it was all purple skies and soft pink clouds, like fluffy strawberry ice cream. by the time i had unlocked my bike it was pretty much gone.
I've done nothing but sometimes I feel burnt out already. Just the thinking- before trying to make banners, before thinking of the essays and the articles that I want to write- exhausts me.
But I'm hopeful sometimes too. And passionate. That's the important thing.
so this is how people get into situations like that. i'd always wondered and i guess now i know.