Well, as most of you already know I have somehow contracted pneumonia and have been out of commission all week. I am feeling a little out of touch with the world and let's face it, with reality. I am also on some icky medicine that gives me some pretty wicked insomnia, which is contributing to the crazy. So I'm here to give you a little taste of the crazy that lives inside me! This confession goes back to days of childhood where I was scared of alligators and eventually gremlins (thanks to the 80s movie) coming out of the toilet and biting me. These days it's not reptiles or fictional monsters that I fear...it's bugs. All bugs, really, but especially spiders. I hate 'em. Yet another thing to add to the list of things I miss about Mike, is having to kill the creepy crawlies myself. So usually after I squish the bug I pick it up with toilet paper and flush it. I never throw them away, because I am convinced they will crawl out of the trash can and get me. So after I flush a bug, then later go to use the facilities a crazy thought always crosses my mind. I fear that the bug I flushed is not dead, but waiting. Training, getting stronger and just waiting for the prime opportunity to exact it's revenge on my nether regions. Logical? No. But a thought I always have nevertheless. Does anyone else have a crazy, neurotic and completely unrealistic fear like that? Maybe it's just me, then. Oh, well. On a side note, another danger of insomnia is internet shopping. I just purchased a couple of headbands for myself and I personally think they're adorable. Here is a picture of one of them!