I was sitting in my living room, noshing on some Babybel and reading the various definitions of Tremor, hoping against hope that something I read would inspire me.
I had just come across a Google result for the Kevin Bacon film – SPOILER ALERT – about gigantic slug-like creatures (except they move really fast) that tunnel around underground waiting for unsuspecting people to come down from electrical towers or bounce down the street on pogo sticks so they pop up from the Earth in an explosion of dust and dirt and eat them.
I actually considered staging a photo of Babybel coming up through my floor, but then changed my mind. See, we redid our floors this summer and I’m still feeling rather passionate about them and don’t like the thought of even pretending that they’ve been destroyed by slug-like monsters.
So, I continued to ponder this prompt and reached for another Babybel. There were none left. And for no particular reason – no particular reason, at all – that made me think of the physical symptoms of addiction withdrawal:
- Racing heart
- Muscle tension
- Tightness in the chest
- Difficulty breathing
- Nausea, vomiting or diarrhea
I don’t know why I thought of that. I really don’t. And I don’t know why my hands shook when I took this photo of the empty Babybel package. And I really have no clue as to why I threw up afterwards. Must be the flu.
Now go visit Ziva’s blog to see who else
has the DTs participated. I’ll be by there later. I have to see a guy about a thing, first.