Shoes, Immunity and Zombies. All related in ways no man should think of... Or should he... So, I'm using shoes to run away from the zombie but it's fine because I'm immune to measles, mumps, and rubella. DONE.

Everything I'm writing at the moment has no flow. It's a no go. So I'll throw my bow into the shoe. Shoe doesn't fit the rhyme I was using. But I was finding it hard to find another word which would fit. And all I could think was shoe. Maybe my shoes are trying to tell me something. Or I'm trying to tell my shoes something...

I wish I knew what I had to tell my shoes.

So last night, which (technically wasn't) was the 7th, I went on a 13 hour drinking session. In a field. With tents. But I just cycled home at about 6 in the morning when the beer had run dry.(lots of brackets now) (the beer hadn't actually run dry, but picking bottles up off the floor to see if they'd been drunk is a limit of mine, that i just made right then)  (and a 5 minute cycle that was perfectly safe to do after all the drinking... shifty eyes.) But I didn't get a hangover. Does that mean I'm now immune? I hope so. That would be beyond useful. Not only for the drinking benefits. But also for the money I could get letting doctors do medical tests on me.

That's the real reason for wanting to be a superhero as well. 

If you could fly, like a fly, you'd want to know why your body could do it, but other's failed to, right? Right. (tempted to type left...it's the opposite of right...) (left back in the changing room. ha. good joke.) Rugby world cup is starting in 8 hours ish. (that came through the sports link i did in brackets, in case you've given up reading the bits in brackets, which is silly of you, because now you can't read this bit. And actually a large part of my blog.) I love brackets apparently. I can hide what I'm thinking in plain sight. On plain paper. Or lined. More likely lined paper.

I went so far with that thought, I think I'm lost.

So I've also been trying to create enthusiasm in myself. Is it possible, or am I attempting mission impossible? If that's the case, I am going to be so unenthusiastic for ages, which isn't great. Now isn't the time to start (I say start, but really I mean carry on for the 5th year (5 is an approximation) in a row) being lazy. I've got lots of work ahead of me for the next three years. (I typed three, but not 5... why?) I'll probably have lots of work for the rest of my life. That's a horrible thought.

A hard day of working is just an easier night of sleeping?

I'm gonna work my whole life, so I can have a lovely holiday when I'm dead. Great idea. Hopefully I'll be a zombie. But one of the smart ones who doesn't get killed. They don't make zombies pay for food. They just take it. Hmm. Anyone else hungry? Didn't think so. Because I'm not actually talking to anyone. It's hard to get a response from nothing. 

By the way, in case you're insulted, I don't think you're nothing. I just don't acknowledge your existence until this is posted.

My fingertips are itchy. dsflrebfgbvsfjdsbv...

Better.

EDIT: You're real now.