Ahh, dear readers. Once again we return to why I haven’t been blogging today.
Well, I got bit by a Black Widow on the top of my foot. Those of you who have read me in the past know that I am somewhat phobic about spiders but I didn’t see this one. I just saw my foot swell up like a softball. It hurts but isn’t a terrible as some horror stories I’ve heard from other folks because Squirrel Queen and I were at the doctor’s office within about an hour.
Spiders wig me out.
Although this could, of course, give me spidey senses which I would willingly accept because I think I’m needed for a life of superhero-dom. I don’t think I would want to be Spiderman though. He’s too tormented.
I sort of think it would be fun to be Hellboy. I don’t know, he seems pretty clear in his intentions. I like that. He also has cool friends and drinks a lot of beer.
Yeah, Hellboy. I just like him.
Why am I on this tangent?
The drugs, I remember now. And Hellboy is on television. There could be thread to all of this.
Been an odd summer.