I was going to post a very deep, thought-provoking blog (I can dream) and then a spider ran across my face. WHAT??? Yes, I was laying down on the bed, gathering up all my little bloggy ideas, and this tiny black fast as heck spider sprinted a marathon across my face. It made it off my face and onto the freshly washed comforter before I grabbed a kleenex and took three solid whacks at it. The black goo pile sat there staring at me, laughing.
I was totally spider-violated. I think it scurried across the ceiling, hopped on the ceiling fan, went round and round for a ride, and flew off. Onto my face. Not cool little pile of black goo. Not cool.