|It was Miss Zen. In the Library. With the Candlestick.|
Well, she's taking a really long dirt nap, anyway.
I thought about trying to reanimate her. I mean, it's not like I have anything else to do with this athame and chicken blood ... but, if you read/watch Sci Fi, you have to know those things almost never end well.
So, rather than risk unleashing a brain-craving, blood-sucking, soul-stealing creature from hell, I'm just gonna let her nap. You're welcome.
You can still rifle through her pockets for loose change, if you'd like.
And, no, I'm not going to explain or justify or wax philosophical about it. I'm just gonna let her sleep.
Pfft. Screw THAT. I'm not dead. I'm just available in less concentrated doses ...
If you know my real name ... you can find me on Facebook and Google+, too.
And don't worry, I'll keep that chicken blood in the freezer, just in case. If I'm suddenly inspired to start randomly rambling again, we can all