Zombies.

I've come to terms with the fact that I have an unhealthy fear of zombies. The other day Kim and John were considering a house that was on a hilltop, overlooking a cemetery. I immediately saw several of its merits. It's on an incline. Everyone knows that in the case of potential zombie infection, you want to have the high ground. Secondly, hello, its next to a cemetery. Right off the bat I thought, hey, you'll never have to worry about any loud parties. Then a little bell dinged in my mind and I realized it had far more worth than that...should the dead rise to feast upon our unsuspecting brains, we would be the first to see and report the issue.

And that's when I realized how sad I actually was. Worse, it doesn't stop there. I find myself meandering in Wal-Mart trying to figure out whether or not it would be a good base in case zombies came out. There's all the supplies, yeah, but it'd be a bitch to zombie-proof.

Then there was the time in Plaza where Adam and I got in a loud, obnoxious argument over zombie invasion. His plan is to get into Wal-Mart and put a cart in front of the automatic opening doors. His rationale was that the cart in front of the doors is the universal sign of the doors being out of order and that this fact is so deeply ingrained in our minds that even undeath couldn't diminish the knowledge. I proceeded to get angry at him for not taking the issue seriously. Then we discussed stacking carts in front of the doors as a barrier. Basically the conversation ended on the note that if we were dealing with your run of the mill zombies, it would be a good tactic, but if we were dealing with 28 Weeks Later type zombies we'd be royally fucked.

Following that was my nightmare about the KOA being overran by zombies. After that, my dream about Steve the Emo Zombie, a fantastic character that showed up in my dreams for a while trying to earn my affections. It never went any where. I can't bring myself to trust an undead man with a hungering for human flesh. Pretty sure my dream zombie just wanted me for my brains.

Thus, I have realized I have a very unhealthy paranoia. Pile that on top of my complicated plans for escaping alien invasion and avoiding raptors should the events of Jurassic Park occur widespread within the U.S., and you have what you might consider a prime slice of white girl. Sometimes I'm surprised by the fact I can function decently as a human being.