AMC's new show, the Walking Dead, is highly addictive. Thanks to Ben Franklin and his daylight savings time, I had the energy to stay up long enough to catch the 1:00 AM replay. It was only the second episode and I'm already fiending for next Sunday. The whole week might as well be this gaping void whose sole purpose is to separate me from the next episode of perhaps the greatest show ever made. Seriously.
I keep thinking about the smell. Ever wondered what a zombie smells like? Neither had I before last night. And despite having rotting flesh on the brain all day, all I could smell was the scent of a beautiful woman. Every time I moved I caught this lovely smell. I'd look around and see nothing. I'd look up from my desk and wonder if someone was standing behind me and there would be no one. Finally I remembered that I had put my wife's deodorant on this morning. I think it was Dove.