The Zombie Files, 2

 

I got to bed late last night even for me.  I went to bed the first time at an (almost) respectable hour and as soon as I turned the light off . . . a million tiny gibbering flame-tongued imps began dancing on my synapses and pouring nitroglycerine in my neurotransmitter tank.  So I got up again.  I went through this three times, I think, before some crucial wiring finally shorted out under this handling and I fell into a coma for a few hours.

            I didn't talk to Dr Tussock after...