Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.

Why does my brain want to be asleep at lunchtime, but is stubbornly wide awake at half-past five in the morning? WHY SHOULD THIS BE?
Maybe I should apply for jobs as a night watchman. I think I've seen too many horror movies for that to end well, though. The night watchman always gets it first.

 Should any of you be planning on watching The Walking Dead, then 
a) by all means do, although with your ick barriers firmly in place. It's extremely runny in places, but most importantly
b) do NOT do so while eating a toasted sandwich of your own devising involving cheese, chorizo, olives and liberal quantities of tomato puree. It just looks far too much like what the zombies are eating/oozing.

 

...I haz them 0.o