Day 97
I am a zombie. Not the kind in that super scary Night of the Walking Dead from a zillion years ago (the original movie) when the zombies were real people and actually really scary. I’m not even a zombie from the new remake of same titled movie. I am, however, a zombie nonetheless.
Perhaps … The Zombie of Park Ridge … or something like that!
I do live across the street from a cemetary now so maybe my chances are better than ever for a real zombie sighting … other than what is in my mirror these days!
I think I need vitamin D. My skin is sagging. I have no collagen left in my system and I look like I have the skin of a 95 year old. Pathetic. Plump and saggy at the same time! No fair!
Anyway, it’s not my looks (well, not entirely) that make me think Zombie-land when I look into the mirror or pass a mirror but that I am living in a fog. I am EXHAUSTED! Plain and simple … I am feeling like a zombie due to lack of sleep and rest. So, I am allowing myself to sleep this weekend.
I have 637 boxes left to unpack, rooms to paint, carpet to order, a fence installation to schedule, an electrician to call and the list goes on and on and on. And all I want to do is SLEEP!
So, sleep I shall! I think I’ve kind of earned some kind of rest. And I might just have to shove the pugs off the couch (where I’m sleeping lately) and the cat, as well, so I can have it all to my little ol’ self and really get a good night’s sleep. Though I know better and before I doze off their little furry bodies will be snuggling back under the covers by my feet and fitting in behind my back and making biscuits on top of my head! But that’s okay … we’ll just have a long snuggle fest and hopefully one of these days I can catch up on my sleep so that I’m not mistaken as a zombie while walking around my new town.