On Being a Zombie

I sit here typing with unclean fingers. Some dastardly virus set siege on my body on Friday, and since then, time seems to have stopped. Suddenly I don't really care about anything, I want nothing, I feel nothing. I feel like a living piece of garbage. I am Jack's resigned indifference. A pile of homework sits nearby, calling at me to become productive, but in my semi-conscious state, all I can do is stare at it sideways and slowly mumble "huh?" Pain, pain, go away, come again some other day. Pain, pain, go away, come again some other day... I should go sleep.