I took a decongestant yesterday evening before rehearsal, because I was tired of breathing through my mouth. It seemed to help. It was a 12-hour tablet, so I took another one this morning, after twelve hours had passed. I have not seen my brain since.
Although I felt dizzy and vague, I did not feel I was a danger to myself and others, so I stayed at work, managing to get a modicum of stuff done. I felt worse as the day wore on. Toward the end of the day, I was walking to the bathroom wondering why everyone could not see the intense fog which surrounded me. Can’t they tell I’m a zombie, I wondered. Then I realized: I was not a flesh-eating zombie. I was a plain old ordinary zombie. That kind is probably not as noticeable, and if people did notice, why should they care? I probably would not bother them, and, indeed, I did not.
As you may have guessed, this is a Tired Tuesday post. I wonder if I could find a few pictures of zombies to pep things up a little.
A little too much salt?
These are actually not zombies, but they are my two favorite characters in King of the Zombies (1941). I believe I wrote a blog post about it.
Full disclosure: I barely remember this movie.
Another zombie flick I wrote a blog post about was Revolt of the Zombies (1936). When looking for an image for this movie, I learned a fun fact: the eyes that are occasionally superimposed on the screen are Bela Lugosi’s from White Zombie (1932). As it happens, I also wrote a blog post about that movie.
Bela Lugosi: there could be no possible objection.
So I’ve shared a few pictures and plugged myself three times. I say not bad for a Tired Tuesday.
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