Don't ever change. Zombies eating brains.

Yesterday was the best LJ day evah! I love you guys.

And if you're wondering, there's an easy way to tell that my posts were fiction--my cats would not give a flying fuck about the apocalypse. They would sleep through most of it, and then wake up and yell at me as I was being overrun by the undead.

I really do want to send that last picture to Weird Tales.

Holding your hand while our bodies decay

I did actually write a little yesterday between the zombification, but today seems to be be a loss. I spent an hour and a half being a passport-line zombie instead. But I paid to expedite the damn thing, so I will not be turned back at the Canuckistani border in August, and have to sneak across with sled dogs.

Amusingly, I do remember last night's dreams, which I haven't done much lately. Sadly, there were no zombies, or messages from the King. Only trains and great journeys and rescuing damsels kafkonia from demons. And then I had to find a job, which is a shitty thing for my subconscious to pull.

I could try to write, I suppose. Or I could photoshop more Hasturian zombies.