Croc Attack

The water was full of giant crocodiles. I fell in but luckily made it to shore. I ran into someone's home through the garage. No one was home but I quickly determined that it was not a safe haven. A small boy showed up and I told him he had to run away with me to get away from the crocodiles. We ran to someone else's home down the street who had a sliding glass door that locked. We went inside and explained to the matriarch about the crocodile attack and she understood. Everyone in the house made defense preparations. From the house, you could see people across the street getting pulled from their cars by the crocodiles. It was mass chaos. It was terrifying.

New Kitty Presents!

Max woke me up from my sleep to give me a gift. Two little kittens! A black one and a white one with grey spots. I named them Black and Jack. Hehehe, I'm so fun.

Then we went to La Madeleine. That is all.

Bang! Bang! You're Dead.

My horse and I were decked out in our Ren-Fair garb when we climbed into the 15-passenger van. There weren't any hotels in this town and we needed to gather our friends together to practice. My horse had a talent for playing dead. I think its my turn for the monologue.

To Be or Not To Be a Zombie?

I think I'm a zombie but I have no strong desire to eat anybody's living flesh. So, maybe I'm not a zombie? My commander is leading our small group and we are barricaded inside a warehouse of sorts. I don't know what's going on really but I feel safe.

Metallica's Hero of the Day song was playing in my head when I woke up. Wonder where that came from?

British Invasion

So, Ringo, Paul, and George came over to visit. I was trying to explain to them that my boyfriend, Glen Hansard, was from Glasgow or Gloucester or something else inherently British. Apparently, we met on the internet and I couldn't remember where he was from. George, who was admiring my tiled floor, was talking about the usefulness of tiles in temperate climates. Yes, I am cool.