I went to see Anthrax last night because 16-year-old Dr. Ken would never forgive 36-year-old Dr. Ken if I passed up the chance. I was in the pit for about 30 seconds, and I felt my hand go into someone's mouth (no idea who's) and touch someone's tongue. That was enough. Incredible concert. Once I washed my hands. Then we went out and got horribly drunk.
Taking public transit this afternoon to go fetch my car that I left at work, I was eating a bag of combos, a horribly unhealthy snack and the only thing I have eaten all day, and I saw a friend of mine walking towards me. I was then relieved to realize it wasn't him. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the guy, and if fact, I like him quite a lot. It was just the thought of putting forth the effort to have a conversation at that time seemed like a laborious task.
You ever feel like that?