Zombie Day

After my breakfast of cold spaghetti leftovers and two glasses of chocolate milk, I lounged about the house again, wearing my usual outfit: striped boxer shorts and unseasonably warm wool socks. Around noon, just after returning from the back yard, where I had watered the red dirt and looked for signs of any remaining plant life, I noticed that my socks didn’t match; one blue, one gray. That really pissed me off—I hate it when matching socks, don’t match.Otherwise, the day went pretty well, except for the shooting I heard about on the radio. Damn shame about those poor school kids. Otherwise, unemployment isn’t so bad, once you get the hang of it.
Brad Rose