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Welcome to Positive Week at Original Like A Rose Trope! I've decided that instead of bitching about politics, I'm going to tell witty and charming stories about my life. If I run out of witty and charming things to tell within a week, I'll go back to the bitching and give up my hopes for anything better forever.

So last week, I had lunch with a girlfriend who told me a story about thinking spider bites on her neck were tumors. We talked about how gross it is that spiders crawl on us while we sleep - and how biting us seems especially rude when you consider that we're completely harmless and defenseless what with being asleep and all. So I thought that I was out of the woods for a spider dream, but this morning I woke up and noticed two little marks and a couple more smears on the wall that looked like spider legs and guts. I spent the next hour trying to surreptitiously figure out where the other part of the spider went. This was hard because I sleep in a twin bed with another person, who, oddly enough, was trying to sleep. I didn't find it, but finally got up to go to the bathroom and inspected every inch of my body for half of a mangled spider. Satisfied that it wasn't anywhere on me, I went back to bed, albeit on the other side.

But when we both got up and after I'd told him about the spider legs I'd seen, I looked again and they weren't there. So either he considerately got rid of the spider legs/guts in order to convince me that it was only a dream and thus ease my mind, or it was actually a dream. I'm kind of afraid to ask if he did that, though.

Hmm... that wasn't an especially a witty or charming story. I'll work on it, although I'll probably actually have to start doing things that are witty/charming-story-worthy.