December 24th marks the eve before Christmas, to me, it marks the start of a much needed rest. For the past two weeks I have been working solidly from six in the evening, straight through until six in the morning.
The bags under my eyes have bags, fuck that, they have suitcases; the kind that expand.
What possessed me to work those ungodly hours I don’t know. Perhaps it was my childhood desire to be locked in a shopping centre over night that did it, or maybe it was my love of Dead Rising – you know, the zombie computer game.
Because walking through a deserted shopping centre resembling one of the living dead, and I’m pretty much there.


