The Bloody Doors Off

Heya Tom, it’s Bob, from the office down the hall
It’s good to see you buddy, how’ve you been?
Things have been OK for me, except that I’m a zombie now
I really wish you’d let us in

I think I speak for all of us when I say I understand
Why you, folks, might hesitate to submit to our demand?
But here’s an FYI
You’re all gonna die screaming

All we want to do is eat your brains
We’re not unreasonable, I mean, no one’s gonna eat your eyes
All we want to do is eat your brains
We’re at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise
If you open up the doors
We’ll all come inside and eat your brains

I don’t want to nitpick, Tom, but is this really your plan?
Spend your whole life locked inside a mall?
Maybe that’s OK for now but someday you’ll be out of food and guns
And then you’ll have to make the call

I’m not surprised to see you haven’t thought it through enough
You never had the head for all that bigger-picture stuff
But, Tom, that’s what I do
And I plan on eating you slowly

Re: Your Brains, Johnathan Coulton

I FUBAR’d my sleep schedule. Yay!

What was supposed to be a one-hour nap morphed into a four-hour snooze fest.

Clearly I needed it, otherwise I wouldn’t have ignored the alarm. If it went off. The clock radio is ancient and a bit finicky. It can’t find FM radio stations any longer. Not that I set it to play Q-107 to wake me up. Give me the buzzer. Only way to permeate the fog that is sleep. But occasionally it tries to play the radio. In the middle of the day. You can barely hear the static, the volume for the radio function is so soft. But it’s there. And it can be annoying when you hear a phantom sound in the bedroom and can’t locate it.

I’ve been searching for a replacement for years.

And yes, I could use my phone.

But I’m a creature of habit. I like having a clock radio.

Anyway. It’s now 12:30 am and I’m wide awake. Contemplating coffee, because I won’t be going back to bed anytime soon.

Then there’s the issue of dinner, which I skipped. Need to eat something.

I don’t suppose Smart Popcorn counts as dinner?

Yeah, didn’t think so.