making the zombie hut into a reality and other weird affairs

unhand me, zombie menace!
for the past two nights, i've had a couple of intense dreams about zombies. nothing surprising there, yeah? but in both of my dreams, i've lived in a straw/tin hut with my friends. a hut on stilts, filled to the brim with board games in disheveled boxes. the sun would hit the horizon, and my friends and i would climb up rope ladders to the safety of our home and pretend we were in an attic. we'd play a rousing game of clue and try to drown out the sound of nails raking across the tin walls. last night's dream included an escape plan to a bigger hut. unsuccessful.

i woke up in a state of panic because i thought i was about to be undead chum because this zombie priest (yeah, i know.) had grabbed my hand as i was trying to jump from hut roof to hut roof. it turns out my hand was lingering near a window. and. it. is. cold.

* coat kitten. noun. one who talks a lot of smack about being able to brave the winter months and then as soon as he or she steps outside starts whining and then ends up in someone else's coat because the samaritan friend doesn't want to hear it any more.

TICKER NOTES

christ, it's a lion!
so, i just finished off a peanut butter sandwich. i got the memo on the whole 'DO NOT EAT PEANUT BUTTER IF YOU WANT TO LIVE' thing, but i also really wanted peanut butter, which is a rarity anyways because usually i can't stand the stuff. aieee!!! living on the edge!!!

this calls for a parade.
a couple of months ago, i was jumping up and down, hugging strangers, and crying on u street. now, in less than twenty four hours, obama will take oath just hop, skip, and jump away from here [insert fist pumping 'yessssss!' here]