Ruminations over my delicious real italian sandwich
I've a habit of forgetting which stories I've told. It used to be that most of my stories were fresh and new, but that was largely a function of not sharing too much. Now I don't know. I know some of you know the story, others don't, and still others might have read it a year or two ago here.
Things stay with me. That story comes from half a lifetime away.
A story I haven't shared (much) is one about having to get a CT scan yesterday. It was a little unnerving because of all of the signs that say "Don't go into the light stare into the laser," and because I had some weird goo dripping into my veins. Not so much that I was freaking out over the affair, but enough that I dreamt last night that I was being given a liquid soap drip via IV. Then some weird beastie started crawling around under my skin, but I think that had more to do with Hell Boy flotsam than the IV. Still, if I start plotting to take over the world, you'll be the first to know what's gotten "into" me.