Party all night long...

Hyper!Coworker took me out dancing in the gay village, at the Unity dance club. Lots and lots of semi-nekkid gay men, more than a few queens with eyelashes longer than my hair, and a disappointing lot of heterosexual girls taking refuge from predatory men in a "safe" environment.

Danced a lot. Had fun. Now have blisters on my feet, and I am tired. Good times.

Bed now. *thunk*

Crisse, des zombies! (Zombie Crisis!)

Okay, this has never actually happened to me before, but I've been stuck on what to call my zombie novel for nearly three years now. The inestimable toughlovemuse came up with two brilliant titles ("Afternoon Snack of the Living Dead" and "Crisse, des zombies! (Zombie Crisis!)") which are sadly too tongue-in-cheek for the tone the book eventually developed.

So, those of you who've read it, any suggestions? If you haven't read it, you can read the majority of the first draft here, although it has changed a fair bit since I first published it.

(I will not be offended if you don't read it, no worries.)

Help?

:::ETA:::

Okay, people. Maybe I wasn't explicit enough. THE TITLE MUST NOT BE FLIPPANT. That is precisely what I am trying to avoid.

Let's try again.

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