I really screwed myself over last night. I had my monthly hair appointment (for both cut and color) and I forgot to line up a replacement for my Taize ushering duties. So I had to forgo the cut (I'm sure as hell not forgoing the color) and leave with wet hair. Which is how I go to work every day, so no big deal.
But I so enjoy my time with the ladies at the beauty parlor and because I wasn't able to get my shit together, alas, that time was curtailed.
We were talking about the little girl who just had surgery to remove her "parasitic twin." It reminded me of a Stephen King story I read years ago hat involved a parasitic twin. Anybody know what that was?
Two things I know for sure: I read it before 1986 and I can't look it up myself.
I used to read every King work that came down the pike; my younger self loved his stuff. But when I was nineteen I had a dream that if I ever read Stephen King again, I would die. So I've never touched another book.
When I was a volunteer shelver at our local library, I was always very careful to shelve those books quickly, and not linger over the title, or any of the text.
But, really, I'm not superstitious.