It’s Thursday again. This is getting quite repetitive. Last night was mellow. Bill came home from his rehearsal and so out of breath I thought he was about to have an asthma attack. But he wound up sneezing close to twenty times. Non-stop. Then he went right to bed. Poor thing seems to be coming down with a cold. He becomes such a baby when he gets ill, and I snap into full worry mode. It’s expected of me by Bill since I’m a Virgo and that is what Virgos do. At least according to the astrology that he is so fond of believing.

I watched TV, waiting for Lost. I started watching Dawn of the Dead in the meantime and that was a mistake. I hate zombie movies. Not that I don’t like them but they get to me like no other type of horror movie. And these weren’t your ordinary zombies, slow and sluggish. They were fast and they ran. They were zoombies. It was scary enough but I couldn’t last past 15 minutes. I did see the ending a few months ago, and it ends badly. There is no hope and no one is going to rescue the refugees.

Lost eventually came on and it was better than I expected even though the character they focused on was the one I don’t particularly like, John Locke. I much prefer Kate. She’s hot and sexy. Possibly the hottest woman on TV. It was a good episode like I said and it ended before I knew it. Of course there were plenty of loose ends to deal with. The cliffhanger to get you back next week. I wouldn’t mind staying on the island provided there were no zoombies or zombies. Not an unreasonable fantasy demand don’t you think?

Yesterday I mentioned that Annemarie might be right about my working for another staffing agency. I needed to get out of McMann and Tate as soon as I could though. I don’t have any fond memories of that place, unlike Wanker Banker where there are plenty of good memories to look back on. I could easily see McMann and Tate being overrun by zombies and no one really noticing. The other day I was in Chelsea before the suited guys soirée and very close to where Felicia lives. I walked by it several times and her name is still on the buzzer.

I did keep an eye out for her, but she never turned up. As fucked up as she was I suppose meeting her on the street would be friendly enough. I dropped an email to Amiable Alan, since I hadn’t heard from him in a while. Just checked in to see if he was still alive and well. He responded that he was so I’ll have to take his word for it since I don’t believe zombies have the ability to type. The zombies can type and are reported to have phenomenal words per minute rankings.

And as far as Annemarie being right, she usually is. But you didn’t hear it from me.