Some weeks, reading the news just makes me want to run.

There's Rudy Eugene (now widely and unfortunately for his loved ones known as "the naked, face-eating guy in Florida"), the guy in New Jersey who stabbed himself 50 times and then threw his own intestines at the police, and now there's a student in Maryland who has admitted to murdering his housemate and then eating his heart and parts of his brain.

I am, on a very human level, appalled by the tragedy in all of these cases. There's a part of me that wants to try and speculate about possible causes, social and otherwise, but I'm not really quite to that degree of detachment at the moment. Really, I'm just jolting hard between imagining what this must be like for the families and communities involved and my fiction-making brain. Which, as you can imagine, is having a field day.

I'm also seriously looking at getting back into my cardio routine. Er.

But yeah, it's a strange week when the mainstream media starts throwing around the words "zombie apocalypse" about something that isn't fiction. Or in May and June.

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