I get ready for the day with my own coffee nook, TV room, and bathroom, all to myself, two floors below my sleeping family. Above the coffee pot is a cupboard with swinging doors. These doors are rather high and happen to swing out just a couple inches below the top of my head.One morning, as I straightened my posture to return the coffee to the cupboard, my cranium encountered the corner of one of those doors in the most painful way.
I was already running late, and so managed through it with a few mild oaths.
Now, it was a humid morning, and my long hair was refusing to stay put, so just before leaving the house I went back to the bathroom to secure my spirited locks and discovered blood dripping down my face. Not a rivulet, mind you, but streams that divided and trickled into spidery veins like I'd just risen from the dead and was seeking fresh brains.Imagine how I'd looked had I not fixed my hair before going into the office.
[2014-05-27]
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Dawn Of The Dead 1978 Trailer
When there's no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the earth...
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