I returned to my (real) job today and couldn't help but hope that the masses of undead would come crawling across campus and relieve me from my instructional duties. In the very least, the hoard would provide fodder for conversation and make syllabus discussion a little less devastating.
Very simply, I had one of those moments where any break in real world monotony seemed quite welcome. Perhaps it was more that the barrage of emails began with the beating winds of Irene and I wasn't quite ready to return to my position of authority.
This was a day when I found myself thinking about zombies for reasons I usually don't or perhaps one of those little alligators of devil in me snapped it's way up to the surface of my self-conscious. If that made no sense--read more.
Regardless, I've given myself some time to recover but still feel adrift, still eeking for release. On the other hand, the harsh realities of disasters are also plaguing me. Break ins, attacks, and overall meanness. I assume the zombies would make these things much much worse.
Well, I've got 14.5 weeks left of this until I have the option to spring free. I'm not sure if this will just be one of those semesters of zombie day dreaming. I sincerely hope not or at least if I am losing myself in visages of flesh-eating infected soul(less)s that I do so because I am writing or planning my fortifications.
What horrors of your day have prompted your dreams of zombies, my dismaying readers? Perhaps someday you will share, as well.
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