My husband has been playing a video game recently that takes place in the wild west. I have been watching the plot unfold with much glee until my husband decided the game needed something. Not too long ago, he downloaded a special 'pack' that allows you to fight zombies. After watching him be virtually mauled by zombies for a few days, something in my brain started to fracture. Being the jumpy person I am, I proceeded to become more and more certain of my zombie demise.
To put it visually:
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*Full paranoia achieved.*
After averting his attention from my increased fiddling for 2 days, my husband finally inquired as to why I was fidgeting. **Keep in mind that he is asking this while I'm trying to fall asleep** He tries to calm me down by telling me zombies don't exist and that he'll protect me. This seemed to be working until... he told me his zombie escape plan. I understand it's smart to think ahead, but paranoia is a funny thing. As he's talking about his plan, I keep trying to find flaws. With each strategy he presents, my brain gets more enthralled into dissecting them.
That is why I am still awake way after bedtime.....
~misfoijd
To put it visually:
ReplyDelete-_-
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o_o
O_O
*Full paranoia achieved.*
^My favorite part