zombies of the world, unite!

Last night I dreamt I was a zombie.

Not the mindless brains-craving ones people are familar with, though I did consume the occaisional brain.

I was in a zombie army from the great white north (north of Canada). From where north of Canada, I'm not quite sure.

We were part of a world wide invasion, coordinating our efforts with zombies in many other countries. I remember a computer display of some city in South America (Brasilia? Rio?) with red displays of the zombie forces descending on the unhappy inhabitants.

Anyway, we were headed south (on foot, of course -- how else would zombies travel?), and came across the Canadian northern defense missle silos. We overran the base fairly quickly, and the commanding officer was offering up "volunteers" for zombification to save the rest of his men.

Of course that's when I woke up, so the world was saved once again from total zombie domination.

bikin'

Phew. I think I made 15 miles today. Really need to get an odometer one of these days. Also a water bottle would be nice, though there are several conveniently-placed drinking fountains along the way, so that's a lesser priority.

Now, I need to find time to do this serveral times a week.