i didn't eat at home for three days
it was a coconut fiber, as confirmed by third party sources. aka my mom. i had my mom come over and look. i called my mom
because i thought i saw an antenna poking out of my plates.
the plate was on a cupboard that is taller than me.
this added to my terror. who is up there?
if i ever scare myself to death over a piece of lint or my own hair touching my back, i hope my family laughs about it. i want my parting gift to be a darkly comedic anecdote.
the funny thing is, nobody else finds it funny