Fun with Amazon and Google
I'm going to share with you a story so incredible I don't believe it myself. I believe the facts of the story, the events and observations, as they really happened to me. But I don't wand to believe in the conclusions they might lead to. Throughout this story, you'll have the opportunity to try out various aspects of this site. In some cases, if you click on some ads or make a purchase, I might even see a few pennies heading my way.It all started Tuesday night, when I had a vivid dream. When I woke up, I knew that Katamari Darmacy was keeping people busy. Honestly, in my waking life, I've never heard of Katamari Darmacy, and in fact, didn't know what it was until I used the Amazon bar down to your left to search for it. (And yes, now I know that it's Damacy, not Darmacy, but darn it, I woke up with this gibberish in my mind.) I went into the bathroom to take a shower, and my knee was really bothering me. I look down, and I kid you not, there's a pretty serious bruise on the inside of my knee. I have no memory of injuring the leg, and this seems like the sort of thing I'd remember doing. (Gwen saw the bruise and exclaimed at the serious look of it.) Go ahead, down to the google search bar, and search for some phrase including "unaccounted", "for", "leg", and "bruise". I'll be right here, waiting.
Now, this morning (Friday), when I woke up, the nasty bruise from a couple of days ago was almost gone. I had had a repeated dream of walking through the same building/structure, while microscope-like lenses were focused on me. And now the OUTSIDE of my knee is a little tender, and the area behind my right armpit is strangely tender and swollen, as is the spot in the middle of my neck feels like it was cut, and healed.
Here are the possible explantions I have:
1) It's nothing. I bumped my knee, slept on my shoulder wrong, overheard someone talking about a video game, etc.
2) I have some disease or illness which should get checked out.
3) Dude, they had me in their flying sauceer!
If it's #3, at least I can take comfort in not having vivid memories about the rectal probing.
Subtlety is not one of my strengths