Tuesday, March 24, 2020
So I started a little zombie apocalypse love story about two years ago, but didn’t get very far with it. I was inspired by a particularly gross illness that I had at the time that made me feel like a monster so I could kind of relate to monsters more than usual. Also, zombies seemed to be on everyone’s mind then. It was kind of the thing to do.
Now I have time to do some writing and I’d sort of like to finish it. It’s not a completely cliched take on the whole zombie idea. It seems like it’s worth finishing, if for no other reason than I could use the practice. Also, I hate starting things and then not finishing them. Something about it will irk me until my last breath if I don’t finish it.
But now with this whole Covid 19 Viral Pandemic running rampant, it almost seems in poor taste. Or too late. Or maybe the timing is exactly right. I just don’t know. I guess the only thing to do is finish it and find out. If anybody ever reads it.
It’s 7:30 in the morning and the neighbors (parents and children) are all yelling. As usual. This particular set of neighbors does that a lot. At 7:30, 8:30, 9:30, etc. It’s all in Vietnamese so I don’t know what they’re saying. I should really learn some more of that. There’s also someone banging repeatedly on something metal. I’m sure it’s very constructive and productive, but I’m hung over. I wish the world would be more considerate of my hangovers. But then, I suppose everyone does. Don’t they?
