I have this ridiculous fear of zombies.
As a biologist, I really do know better. I know the dead cannot reanimate, I know of no virus or infection that could cause "24 Days Later" kind of zombification.
However, every time I step out of my house at night (you see I live in the middle of nowhere now), I'm terrified something is going to jump out of the dark and try and eat me. I know it is bizarre, but that is my fear.
On a side note, I recently got married. Finally!
Everything was perfect, well. Kind of. I could have done without the rain (that moved our beautiful waterfall front ceremony to a tented ceremony), or having my face burned (which was completely accidental, but there is still a scar), or my uncle calling me fat, but other than that. It was perfect.
I was surprisingly calm, who would have thought it? But I was. Nothing phased me. And I couldn't stop smiling, which is how I was supposed to be. It was amazing.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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