Earlier today, I bought some pickles — Clausen bread & butter style. Sandwich cut. Normally I’m not that keen on non-dill pickles; these, however, were pretty palatable sandwich fare — and they were a change. Just now I made a ham and swiss sandwich, with lettuce, mustard and those same pickles. The problem is, when I opened the jar I realized that the security seal was missing — that little plastic wrapper around the rim — and the lid was on loosely enough that I could open it with one hand, with little strain. Cue food-based paranoia (of which I have more than my healthy dose, I readily admit).

Food has always terrified me to one extent or another. It’s sort of a body horror thing. Thus, fear of mushrooms — knowing what fungus does to things, and imagining that inside my body… Food that migiht be bad, or might have been tampered with, is unnerving in its own special way.

I’m a little worried. I am, however, also hungry. If something happens to me over the next several hours… well, let me mention that I finished my article, at least. It’s the one I’ve been working on ever since the plane ride back from Japan. I had no idea it was going to take this long; it seemed like such a simple little idea, yet the simplest ideas need so much explanation…

I assume it’ll be up on Monday. I guess it’s not a bad note to go out on.