It’s the last day of 2011, and I’m celebrating by watching the Walking Dead marathon on AMC. Mom is seated across from me, muttering her discontent about the local paper, clearly not yet aware that yes, I’m watching that darn zombie show again.
The Zombies Goodreads group hosts an ongoing WD conversation, and Shane has popped up quite often. I’m just gonna say it here…I hope the show doesn’t decide that “Shane was always an asshat and left Rick for dead and knew it.” I feel that would be the mother of all cop-outs. I find him far more interesting as a character because he seems to be the basically OK guy (not someone I’d necessarily want to be BFFs with, but basically OK) on a downward spiral — making him a closeted jerk just takes all the dimension out of his character.
But that’s just me.
Today’s projects: Punching out an outline, putting together pitches for a local magazine, and revising (yet again) the first chapter of GNW2, which really needs to get its crap together and just do its thing.
Finally caved in to parental requests and called my regular doctor yesterday. She’s been handling my sinus issues the best she can — last time I saw her, the Zyrtec was doing its job — but I haven’t really slept much the last few days, and I don’t want to shove pepper spray up my nose permanently. She gave me the name of a local ENT and prescribed a generic Flonase to help me out, which I promptly picked up last night. It takes a few days to kick in to full power, but it’s already a hell of a lot better – I don’t feel like I have a huge brick in my head.
I’m working on some New Year’s Resolutions, so hopefully those will go up later this afternoon.
Had a freaking phenomenal dream the other night: Colin Farrell, upon hearing that my town had a vampire/zombie problem (not sure if it was vampires and zombies or a vampire-zombie hybrid), came to help me and Daryl Dixon clean up the mess. Merle Dixon was a truck driver, and my friend Ry co-starred as the local badass.
It was the best dream ever.