The Curse Of An Overactive Imagination

Have you ever been walking down to the laundry room or the mailbox or taking out the trash & thought to yourself "If there were zombies coming across the park, what would I do?"

Do you find yourself going into an indepth comparison of the footspeed & stairclimbing abilities of a Romero-esque zombie versus a '28 Days Later' type?

Do you then find yourself figuring out how fast you could get your keys out & unlock the front door?

Do you look to see which neighbor's apartment you could run to for safety or try to determine if the laundryroom door, barricaded with a washer & dryer, could hold back an attack from the undead?

Have you contemplated whether zombies can swim & if jumping into the pool would be effective?

Do you walk up the stairs, front door key at the ready, & quickly close & lock the door behind you when you get inside, panting for breath?

Have you actually thought out a survival plan for a sudden undead uprising, while still having not gotten around to getting an earthquake survival kit together?

C'mon. Please tell me I'm not the only one.

*sigh* I really am weird, aren't I?