A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Last week, I did a scene with David Martin where we were fireman who compared gross things that had happened with us and updated each other on the progress of those things. They were health related. One of them was Dave having worms in his feces.

Last night, someone told me a story about a girl who actually had that happen. Can I just say, Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww? I asked if she could feel the worms wriggling around. Mercifully, no, she did not. But still, that’s fascinating.

I related to her a story my friend had told me of a worm that lives in water in lakes and rivers in Africa. And it’s why you should never go swimming in Africa. Because this worm comes in through your foot, and lays eggs there and then the little larvae crawl up your leg and then eat their way out of your thighs. Yum, right?

Please feel free to share any creepy crawlie stories you have here.
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In other news, this week I walked outside of my apt building and saw a bunch of flowers and one of those Jesus candles lit with something taped to it. It read, “For Edward G____”. That’s the name of my landlord. I immediately thought, oh that’s sad. He’s not very old.

Then my New York brain started turning and I thought, hmmm… I wonder what happens now to our apartment building. I hope they don’t sell it. Because I’m classy like that. Later, I googled him to find the obit. And then it turns out it’s clearly my landlord’s dad who just died. Which is still sad. But not as sad. Because he was old. He was like almost 90.

And then my New York brain started turning again and I wondered who in my apt building actually knew that our landlord’s dad died? And cared enough to put out the Jesus candle and flowers? Maybe I’m just cold and heartless but doesn’t that seem above and beyond? But then again, people at work often buy their bosses Christmas and birthday gifts and crap like that and I never do. Again, I’m classy like that.

Anyway… R.I.P. Edward G.