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So, this book that I'm writing....



It's a delicate, fragile, feminine, lesbian love story....set in the midst of the zombie apocalypse.

Bloodshed, brainshed, all that. But pretty, you know?

I'm about 65 pages into the zombie apocalypse, and just wrote a scene where the entire undead population of Kansas City descended on one moving car, crashing upon the roof, scratching into the car through the unlocked trunk.

I'm also watching the new AMC series The Walking Dead....which is very good and you should track it down if you're not already on it.

I can sleep just fine with the zombies in my head, I have zombie nightmares most nights of the week. That shit doesn't bother me....my dreams get pretty creative and I usually wake up completely excited to have chopped off some Z's head with a Starbucks stir stick (or whatever).

But Last Night.

I saw I had left a cabinet open in my kitchen, and it was mainly empty, so I realized it would be the perfect place for an insane midget clown to hide.

That shit scares the fucking fuck out of me.

Youguys, I slept with the lights on all night.