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Still working 12 hour days.
Apt still covered in plastic and dust.
Ass still hurts, only different.

I woke up this morning and caught myself trying to multitask in the bathroom...
"If I could just get this gel in my hair without the water running up my elbow, I could wash my hand and while it's still wet there is time to brush my teeth. SHIT the toast just popped, can't do that now or it'll be screwed up by the toast (jelly, honey, or apple butter - which is fastest?). I really should - how can I cover the fact taht by the time I get to the toast it won't be warm? Is the alarm off - I better run by and check taht. Hope nobody notices I'm opening the window naked but the pants would get more dust on them if I dress before I need to go. Mirrors all gone, hope this outfit isn't wrong. Where the fuck is the iced-tea? I better come up with some sort of rationale for why the toast is the way it is..."

I've been having nightmares about zombies
only, they're not really nightmarish for nightmares.
See, zombies don't really move that fast.
But they're very particular when it comes to being killed.
No one of them is a threat right away,
but it does seem that no matter what you do to them they keep plodding along to threaten your life.
It's not that you can't, or don't know how to defend yourself.
It's just that there's just so many of them...
OH MY GOD THEY'RE NOT ZOMBIES - THEY'RE FUCKING METAPHORS!