SHOOT THEM IN THE HEAD! FOR GOD'S SAKE, SHOOT THEM IN THE HEAD!!

So, not going to be able to get to sleep tonight (or possibly ever again, not that this would be a gigantic shift from my general insomnia). Made the horrific mistake of going to see The Crazies without having any idea what it was about, or pausing to remember my incredibly weak stomach. This movie scared the ever-living crap out of me. I thought I was going to pee my pants. Or puke. I couldn't eat my jumbo-sized popcorn because I was too busy clutching it to my chest like some sort of safety stuffed animal. Then a zombie townsperson jumped out of a dark corner in a particularly jarring manner, and I clutched it so hard that it exploded, sending popcorn everywhere, including at least two cups down my bra. Jesus.


TOTALLY HORRIFYING...


TOTALLY HUMILIATING...

I haven't really been able to get out of my jumpy mood since, and it's been a few hours. Stopping by CVS on the way home was like slow torture. Why I thought this night was a good idea, I don't know. Trying to turn my nervous energy into concrete plans for learning how to throw knives, shoot a gun, and drive stick. Got to increase my apocalypse survival skills somehow.



(On the bright side, Sheriff David Dutton certainly knew how to wear his pants. Dear God, if you exist, please let this be the only Crazies image to slip into my dreams tonight)