This is what I want for my birthday- confirmation that I am NOT the only totally insane person out there.
How did I decide that I want this?
Observer- a random snippet of conversation from earlier this evening:

Me: Am I insane? I have to have a mental illness to be able to think about these things.
Remy: What?
Me: For instance- I think about the possibility of a zombie attack. Like I actually spend time thinking about it. I've decided that the attic is the best place to hide because the door is in the ceiling and they can't get to it as long as I remember to pull the cord into the door. So, technically it's safer.
Remy: Uh huh...
Me: And then I think that I should probably put together some kind of survival kit so I can survive in the attic during the time it takes the zombies to die- but how long is that? Furthermore- what happens if I run out of food?  Is the attic then really the best place to hide? If you think about it - of all the scary movie scenarios Zombies are the closest to something that could really happen.
Remy: I could see that...I guess...
Me: You don't know what's out there, Remy. You don't know what people are doing.
Remy: I guess you're right...I mean, it does deal with the brain ...
Me: and now that we have the "new" zombie it's even worse. At least before they were pretty slow moving and you could get away from them- but now...
Remy: You've got the crazy fast zombies.
Me: That's RIGHT! It's really scary- with the old ones you could survive unless you were surrounded- now they can run faster than you.
Remy: hmmm...
Me: Am I the only one that things about these things?

Crazier still- I got off the phone and thought about the whole zombie/attic idea even more. I thought about this house and how the entrance to the attic is in the garage and could be easily penetrated because the zombies could climb up on the junk in the garage and reach the door. I also wonder about how I'm going to get all of my animals up there and how to discard of their waste. I think that I have never actually been in the attic of this house and I might feel better if I have a looky-loo and see if there's any type of window for ventilation in case we're stranded there for several days. Then I think- hmm, maybe I can drill holes in the ceiling in various places so I can keep an eye on the house to make sure there are no zombies inside...but if there are, would they hear me drilling the holes? Would I give myself away? Then the desire to see the attic grows even more. Just in case, you know? But then I couldn't find the flashlight and I thought about that scene in the Grudge and decided that I should wait until tomorrow just in case the demonic shell or a murdered Japanese house wife is waiting in there to rip my jaw off.

Now, keep in mind that I’m not feverishly thinking about this all of the time- nor am I afraid that it’s going to happen. It’s one of those things like “What would I do if I got attacked by a bear?” Just sort of a morbid curiosity thing…except instead of a bear it’s the re-animated corpses of my friends and neighbors.


SO- for my birthday I want everyone to write in the comment zone designated for this blog entry the crazy-ass thoughts they have that made them feel as though they might be insane- until, of course, you're just read this and realized you're not alone...and not only alone but not NEARLY as insane as you thought you were. Think of it this way: you can't be embarrassed to post now because nothing can be anywhere near as ridiculous as what I just wrote- so do it!