activities of daily living

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling paranoid. At first I attributed it to leaving the radio on, causing me to subconsciously listen to too much BBC world service. In the morning, I noticed a small mark on my foot. Thanks to the Stranger [slog], I spent the rest of the morning worrying that spider venom was slowly working its way through my veins to kill me (or turn me into a superhero).

So far neither has happened (unless the hypochondria is new-onset spidey sense) and it looks like I'll at least survive to see Wolf Parade tonight.