It happened.

While I lay asleep on my desk, zombies rose. I worked on my report all night - drank six cups of coffee to stay awake. And eventually, at 2:00 AM, I linked it to an e-mail and hit send. Then my coffee wore off and I hit the desk in a dead snore. Anyway, I could see, through the office windows, zombies. Actual, living (dead) zombies. And in that moment, I had never regretted a day at the office more. I wasted so many hours on that stupid report. I could've been at the bar - getting (trying to get) laid. I could've been home getting drunk off eight (three) beers. Anyway, what I'm tryna say, is live each day like the zombie apocalypse is tomorrow. Cos I wasted my last day before it all went to hell. Not having sex, not drinking beer, doing some stupid report for a stupid boss who was gonna end up eating my brain out anyway. So suck it work, I'm gonna do you the same way I sleep with hot girls (I don't).

Signing off,

- Tom