I have been writing about zombies this week.
Lost two hours to procrastination today. Must not let it happen tomorrow.
To do tomorrow:
1. Wake up/go to Speech class
2. Write furiously through Speech class to make up for lost time
3. Eat food
4. Call CVS and get my Nasonex prescription refilled
5. While they're refilling said prescription, journey to York Hall to pick up a check
6. Go to Jen Library and check out a book on an artist
7. Pick up prescription
8. WRITE MOAR, FOOL
9. GAY CLUB OR ANIMATION CLUB I CAN'T DECIDE (leaning toward gay club)
And now, a bit of my novel for this year. Have I mentioned that the dead are rising from the grave?
Grave diggers are appearing on network news to tell everybody the things that they know. Extra security is posted around graveyards, and given orders. Too many zombie movies are being re-watched. A few of these grave-keepers actually shoot at the dead, but it’s no use. The dead don’t care. What did they think would happen? The dead are coming up because there’s nowhere left for them to be anymore.
One grave-keeper appears on television with a dead girl he shot in the chest. They made up after, mostly once she started screaming at him and he realized that he’d gotten it wrong. He helped her out of the ground, noted that she wasn’t even bleeding (which brought a smile) and apologized profusely. The dead can be charming, he says to the TV presenter, and he holds up their joined hands as she smiles sheepishly, her skin looking slightly as if it were put on wrong and her eyes dark and deep in her head.
She is dragged off stage by security.
To do tomorrow:
1. Wake up/go to Speech class
2. Write furiously through Speech class to make up for lost time
3. Eat food
4. Call CVS and get my Nasonex prescription refilled
5. While they're refilling said prescription, journey to York Hall to pick up a check
6. Go to Jen Library and check out a book on an artist
7. Pick up prescription
8. WRITE MOAR, FOOL
9. GAY CLUB OR ANIMATION CLUB I CAN'T DECIDE (leaning toward gay club)
And now, a bit of my novel for this year. Have I mentioned that the dead are rising from the grave?
Grave diggers are appearing on network news to tell everybody the things that they know. Extra security is posted around graveyards, and given orders. Too many zombie movies are being re-watched. A few of these grave-keepers actually shoot at the dead, but it’s no use. The dead don’t care. What did they think would happen? The dead are coming up because there’s nowhere left for them to be anymore.
One grave-keeper appears on television with a dead girl he shot in the chest. They made up after, mostly once she started screaming at him and he realized that he’d gotten it wrong. He helped her out of the ground, noted that she wasn’t even bleeding (which brought a smile) and apologized profusely. The dead can be charming, he says to the TV presenter, and he holds up their joined hands as she smiles sheepishly, her skin looking slightly as if it were put on wrong and her eyes dark and deep in her head.
She is dragged off stage by security.