It Was the Whiskey Talking, Not Me...

Or in this case, the zombies. What a wonderful few weeks its been. I am currently under the influence of three powerful living dead drinks. I'm feeling it baby. And we all know I'm not a huge drinker. I've become determined to make zombies my favorite drink. Yes, I'm obsessed and I need a life. I don't know how much I can write right now, cuz I am pretty well sauced. The other half and I have had a wonderful past 24 hours. So much to update; and from the last week or so. Work's good. My short film is underway (I now have a camera to use for the shoot!) yeah! All is super. The other half and I have chosen a bad 80's movie to move me smoothly from drunkenness to slumber. Shouldn't be too hard. Tonight's choice? Lisa, starring my homegirl Cheryl Ladd and Staci Keenan (sp?) Do I care @ this time? No. What should be on my television as I turn on the TV? The Last Seduction. Another of my favorites. I'm so tired. Passing out will not be avoidable as the minutes wear on. I feel like life is good. Why does it take a couple of mind-bending beverages to make me appreciate how good things really are? Ah, leave the philosophising for tomorrow when I'm sober. Good night and good luck.