Even though this was the weekend to "Fall Back," when Monday rolled around I was feeling like a total Zombie…again. This got me wondering: how could I tell that I wasn't dead already; how did I know that I wasn't really a zombie?
Thus disturbed, I resolved to test my theory on a suitable subject…
(The Critic): What are you supposed to be, a zombie?
(Me, lurching up to the Critic with arms outstretched) That's what I'm trying to find out.
(C): You're definitely weird.
(M, exhales deeply in The Critic's face)
(C): OMFG! Blech! Gag! (Turns green and starts coughing)
(M): See? I must really be dead! I mean else how do you explain your reaction?
(C): (cough, wheeze) Wait just a few (choke, cough, cough) minutes (deep breath) and you'll see the difference.
(M): Opps! Look at the time, must be going! (Lurches off at a fast but dignified pace).
The good news is that I may not have to deal with Mondays any more…
Tags: zombie, monday, The Critic, violence
2 comments:
Being a zombie would imply an eternity of Mondays...
The good news is that, after a while, you wouldn't notice.
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