Twice in the past twelve hours I have eaten leftovers (one time was pasta, the other time was a veggie samosa) and both times they have tasted vaguely ... bananary. I sort of thought I was going a little mental, and chalked it up to the general surreality x-factor that's been floating around my life for the past several days.
Then I realized that my roommate was stashing overripe bananas in our fridge in preparation for banana bread-making. I was reassured of my sanity, but not a lack of surreality. Come on, y'all, my samosa was contaminated by my roommate's banana.
Speaking of surreality, tonight on House (SPOILER ALERT!) Michelle Trachtenberg, better known as Buffy's little sister Dawn, had a tick in her cooter. And no, that's not a typo, she had a tick in her cooter. Ew ew ew ew ew EWWWWW. (I mean, it could have been a typo because she *also* had ... I'm stopping this train of thought now.)
And then my clock melted right off my wall.
OK, that last one's a lie, but the rest is all true, I swear.