Undead and Unemployed
Ugh. I’m awake! QUIT POKING ME! Geez, I’m up, I’m up. What happened? Why is the house more of mess than it was when you left last time?! Oh, never mind. I remember now. The BDB came over and we may have played some drinking games. Ugh, my head is killing me. No one told me being undead means that I still get drunk. I swear. A little information sharing is what needs to happen. You know like guide book. “Welcome to death. This is how it works.” Or something like that. Man, can you pass me the Tylenol? Sorry, I am out of blood, I guess people don’t take byob to heart anymore.