...Of the World,

So. World, I have a problem. On the news, there was a report of mutilated animal life. Twenty three dead small animals, all partially eaten, all dead of multiple bites to non-lethal areas, all in advanced stages of rot, even though the vet on site says none of the carcasses are more than a day old. And they're ALL within a 5-mile radius of my home. In fact, most of them were found near the trail I walk when I go out to jog.

Coincidence?

 My paranoia is not helped by this nonsense. My effing scar still hurts sometimes.

Blood is the milk...

Odd. My scar hurts. I woke up this morning with it aching like the dickens.:-/

Anyhow, I'm making julie child's reine de saba, with wonderful black coffee to go with it. I might even get my mom to try some.:-)

recollection.

Hey world. I just found this blog's password in my wallet, and decided to get back on. I know I was  unclear about my last post a few months ago, so I figured I'd explain what happened.

 That... dog.
 It ripped a good chunk out of my arm, and I had to go to the hospital. Thankfully, it didn't have rabies, but, my wound, and my hand where I hit it and jammed my fingers in its eyes smelled like rotten meat, so I was put on antibiotics for a couple of weeks.  I've since moved, and the bite left a pretty badass scar. So, not much bad came from it.
The reason my last post was so angry was that the dog had been everywhere I went for, like, three weeks before actually deciding it didn't like me.

Anyway, I'm rambling a bit, so for now, goodbye world. :-)