There is a slight chance I will become a zombie.

I like these masks but they make people look like a Silence of the Lambs stand-in. I am continually worried that I will accidentally buy one of the many 'whitening' masks. I do not want to bleach my skin--I am almost afraid at the thought of how pale that would make me.

It is Sunday and I have partied all weekend. I was admonished for walking around late at night by an old woman because I was wearing shorts and then was again admonished by the little boy next door for staying out all night two nights in a row. On day one of parties, I was bitten pretty hard on the leg by an individual and now others are convinced of my impending zombie-dom. I wonder if this blog will improve if I do become one. Would the posts just be 'BRRRRAAAIIINS'? Or would I be unable to operate the keyboard, much less navigate a post? These are questions for the ages, my friends. Or maybe science. Oh, science! What can't it do?

Now my house must be cleaned. You would think after knowing myself as long as I have, I wouldn't be so shocked at how quickly I can turn my place into a crack den, but every time I am surprised. Maybe there will be time to do midnight roller-skating after.