skryche

I'm drinking tea, and I have this very strong mental sensation of chewing on a wet teabag. It's surprisingly unpleasant. On a related note, remind me to tell you of my neurotic fear of applepeel.

Right now, however, I'm going to tell you about the scariest thing that ever happened to me. This was few years ago. My VSLF and I are taking a bath together (which often seems like a good idea, but, I'm sure you know, rarely is) and she decides to get out before me. She's towellin' off, and I notice a black piece of lint hanging from her towel. I say, "What's that black thing dangling from your towel?" Then, jokingly: "Izzat a spider?" We are both afraid of spiders: She because she is allergic to their bite, I because I'm a pussy.

She looks down, gives a little "eek!" and flicks the towel. About one second later, I can clearly see that, yes indeed, that dark bit of fluff now resting on my naked chest is a big black spider.

I was horribly traumatized by the experience, but now whenever I want to get her to do something for me, I can mention how she done me wrong.

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I got called to receptionize at a marketing group this morning, so now I'm journaling out of the office. Time is moving so slowly. I have to write to keep from going completely crazy. And to keep from feeling like I'm wasting my time. I'm making money, though, right? A little. This company that has some connection with the Dell guy, so I was especially amused by today's Smoking Gun.

I've reread what I've written so far, and now I've got chewing-on-teabags in my head again, so I'm experiencing a chill down my spine every few seconds. I've got a warm sweater on, so this experience is actually kind of refreshing; the mechanics of this method of refrigeration strike me as very dubious.