Day of the (Brain)-Dead
You know I’m not in a good way if I’m semi-referencing a zombie movie in the title of my blog post. God, I hate zombies… But I have to admit, I’m sort of feeling like one right now, minus the putrefaction and general malodorousness. But shuffly? Check. Groany? Check. Glazed eyes? Check twice, one for each eye. This is what happens when your brain goes into overdrive and then suddenly slams into reverse. TOTAL SYSTEM FAIL.
At any rate, in spite of my zombification, I still have work to do. So, I will numbly perform my duties today as student and scholar and hope for a miracle, that the fog will lift inside my head and I’ll start to approach “normal” the way one-over-infinity ever approaches zero, without ever quite getting there.
I actually kind of like zombies, and their brain-eating habits… Only if it’s not my brain, of course. My last zombiefication occured when I didn’t sleep for two nights. I’m not equipped for a 48 hour day.
I spend a lot of days like this. I like to stay up late at night and always manage to forget that my kids like to get up at practically the crack of freaking dawn. So I wander around the house in a sleep-deprived haze.
I prefer coffee to brains though.
Everyone gets their zombie days. It’s true. Add mumbly to your checklist, and you got my symptoms.