Well, because he makes it look like so damned much fun. And it's monogamy over here at the moment, anyway.
So last night I decided to take a shower, and announced to any and all zombie bigfeet that anyone who tried to sneak up on me while I was doing so was going to end up with a rubber ducky right in the face. My partner overheard this, and the following conversation ensued:
"Is this the schizophrenia acting up again?"
"No," I say. "This is a psychotic episode. I'm just talking to the zombies. The schizophrenia is when I talk to myself."
"But you do that all the time."
"Well, only because I started the conversation and it seems rude to ignore me."
I suspect someone is pricing the traditional canvas jacket with the extra-long sleeves for my birthday. One size fits all, honey, and I like green best.
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