Once in a while you just want to jot things down to recall sometime.
This morning i scratched the back of my head. 'Hmm, a clump' i thought.
So i scratched, and kinda pried, and soon the scratching motion became a tug, a yank, a rip.
I looked at my hand - a bug
AH!
the tick landed on the carpet.
so i sat on Gingers chair. As a former hair salon employee, i knew she could check my scalp thoroughly, and efficiently. I also had hoped it would remind her about tomorrows haircut. Which reminds me to get $10 for that.
bite marks on the back of my head. yes, i may have gotten the creature out of my head, but i cannot help but recall movies - doesn't all those mind control things attach at the back of the head? instantly my mind races back to when i probably was bit - and all the things i could blame on the mind controlling termite. its too bad i didn't do anything too terrible - i would of had the perfect excuse.
