sleepiness.
I have a lot to talk about, but I've not had coffee. Briefly though, it's good to know that according to the experts on some blog quiz sites, several of you have unbelievably dirty thoughts about me, including a husband and wife team. I'm honored, I'm flattered, I'm available for dinner.
When the Bomb goes off, I already know who will turn into a zombie and try to eat my brain. Having my brain eaten by the zombie version of an attractive woman I met at a recent party would neither be the strangest thing that's happened to me in a relationship nor in life. I think that's a comment on me.
One quiz actually nailed which person on my flist is the most likely to be seen naked at any given time, Since that was so accurate, I think it also divined which person from my flist is actually a midget.
Another reminded me that the first guy sleeping at a sleepover gets drawn on...I feel a road trip a'coming. And in a bizarre twist, that attractive brain eating zombie woman actually saves me in the mother-of-all battles. Maybe she wants dessert.