The Walking Dead has a couple of things rattling around in my head. So of course I have to talk to you about it.
First, I think you'd love the show. Like I said before, the zombies are just a plot device. What it's really about is life in a post-apocalyptic world. I know you'd like it because you loved Godzilla vs. Megadeth. Okay, the real title was something about Godzilla and Mechagodzilla, or something like that. But it sounded like Megadeth to me. This is an infinitely more intelligent version of those films. You'd like it.
The second thing is something that I'm learning about myself. As I watch it I'm struck by the characters' drive for survival. I'm a bit puzzled by it, and I've realized that I don't have that anymore. For most of my life I had a normal survival instinct. But it seems to have left when you did. It's hard to know what you'd really do when faced with a horde of hungry walkers. But I don't have that will to live, to survive at any cost and effort.
See what happens when you forget to take me with you? I hope you've learned your lesson. I always told you to make a list when you were going to be traveling. And you always said you didn't need to, then forgot something. A toothbrush I can understand. But me? Really.
That's the extent of my nightly cogitations. I'm off to bed now. Feel free to drop in on my dreams tonight!