the end of the world is nigh

Last night I had very apocalyptic dreams. I don't really remember them all that well, just that I didn't want to let the cat out of the house because the roaming bands of zombies would spit acid on her and she would come back diseased and try to eat us.

Um. I don't even have a cat.

1 comment:

dylan said...

Clearly you do have a cat living somewhere in your psyche. Nice that you're concerned for it's welfare :)