Me again. This is my second blog post about my life as one of the undead. Figured I might as well keep writing stuff because boy, do I have time to spare. Plus maybe something will come of it. Let’s see…has anything interesting happened lately? Nothing worth mentioning – except that my pinkie finger FELL OFF on Tuesday. What the hell is that all about? Like things aren’t messed up enough already! On the plus side, it didn’t hurt or anything. Matter of fact, I didn’t even notice. Some dude in the movie theater let me know I dropped a digit in the lobby. Talk about an awkward conversation.
What else? Oh, I got a job as the night watchman at that refurbished amusement park in Amherst. It turns out that my “lifestyle” is perfectly suited for the position. Who better to shuffle around a dark park in the middle of the night, scaring off teenagers trying to sneak in to make out or cause trouble? My night vision is way better than it was before I died, and my eyes give off a kind of milky white glow now. The scientists and doctors can’t explain it (or anything else that has happened to me) but it saves flashlight batteries for the owners of the place and makes my job easier, so I’m not complaining. I do kind of feel like a cliché working there, though…the bad guy in a Scooby Doo episode or something. Whatever – it pays the bills.
I ran into my ex-girlfriend the other day. She wasn’t my ex when I killed myself, so needless to say she wasn’t thrilled to see me. Apparently she suffered some kind of breakdown afterwards, thinking that she was to blame. I didn’t bother leaving a note but in hindsight it probably would have been a good idea. In my defense, I didn’t mean to take anyone down with me. She’s dating someone new now and seems to be happy, so that’s good.
Well, that’s about it for now. I’ll put up another post when I have something interesting to say.