so this one night i was ill without realizing it and ended up convincing myself that there were zombie murderers in my home and i needed to get away very quickly. so i crawled out of my bedroom, through the hallway, under stuff in the loft, tumbled down the stairs, and splat onto the floor in the corridor. upon landing i puked all over my face (thanks gravity) and made the assessment that i had been poisoned. i almost made it out the door before the security alarm went off, too.
