Zombies.

Again.

This is highly illogical. I had hoped to never see one again after I returned from Vietnam.

At least this time I'm indoors and dry.

I have returned to Japan.

On the back of a dragon.

Named Fluffy.

...

I desperately require a bath. And sleep in a comfortable bed. And quite possibly another bath.

I pray only that we get out of here soon.

Really, really, really soon.

Now, preferably.

Zombies smell horrid. For any potential future entanglements, I must remember vapor rub for under my nose.