An interesting article I stumbled upon while visiting the Thomas Ligotti Forum that proves just how strange the world really is.
The Itch: A comical title to an article that deserves no such thing. There is an essay that takes over about halfway down the page that doesn’t require reading to get the point. I’ve pasted my favorite section for a quick view. I’ve also just realized how strange that sounds, the fact that I have a favorite section is alarming to say the least.
One morning, after she was awakened by her bedside alarm, she sat up and, she recalled, “this fluid came down my face, this greenish liquid.” She pressed a square of gauze to her head and went to see her doctor again. M. showed the doctor the fluid on the dressing. The doctor looked closely at the wound. She shined a light on it and in M.’s eyes. Then she walked out of the room and called an ambulance. Only in the Emergency Department at Massachusetts General Hospital, after the doctors started swarming, and one told her she needed surgery now, did M. learn what had happened. She had scratched through her skull during the night—and all the way into her brain.
On a lighter note, I found a funny little quote while perusing Neil Gaiman’s Journal. It is a quote from Terry Pratchett, co-author, Gaiman being the other half, of Good Omens. I have yet to read the book but I’ve heard nothing but great things, it’s evidently very funny.
There is a rumour going around that I have found God. I think this is unlikely because I have enough difficulty finding my keys, and there is empirical evidence that they exist.
A man after my own heart 
Currently Listening: Oceansize – Unfamiliar
Excerpt:
“Souls and windows stops existing
And holes where his eyes used to be
Needle and thread hold together
His love for the dead and all who sail in her.”
