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[03 May 2005|05:53pm] Well, it appears that I am alive, breathing, and completely whole again. Which was a great improvement from dead, not breathing, and having a fatal gaping wound in the middle of my chest. I will not question why I have been suddenly resuructed from death, since I wish for the universe to overlook this slight irregularity. I do wish that I had been resurructed a bit later. There appears to be an infestation of undead, that are semi-alive, breathing, and having bits of themselves fall off all over the place. Honestly, the least they could've done was pick up the bits of themselves after they finished feasting on poor Timmy. I have no idea what I am doing here, either. I woke up in a bunk, and there was a letter next to me. I don't know why they they think I had something to do with the camp director's fiance, since I was dead when she was killed. Also, I have now discovered that I can now communicate with my fellow undead brethen, although their vocabulary seems to mostly contain of 'brains', 'man-flesh', and 'eggroll camel shirt'. I do wish I didn't garrote that one zombie with my knitting. All that did was make its head flop around, and I haven't been able to retrieve my knitting back, which is most upsetting. On the bright side, I now have the time to take up cross-stitching! I always planned to learn it, but I died before I could make the time. By the way, has anyone found a appropiate source of fuel for cooking? Twitching zombie limbs don't burn well, and it leaves a horrible aftertaste and smell to my pies. Plus the fingers detatch from the hands and migrates into the pie. It's not very appetizing to others if the pie is full of cherries and wiggling zombie fingers. post comment

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