It's a knee jerk reaction.I don't *really* believe that man hasn't really landed on the moon. Nor do I believe that the polio vaccine was a national identification system.However, my mind immediately jumps to grand paranoia:Licking envelopes: Just a way to seal your payments and letters, or a way for the government to gather DNA to make clones...?I wake up slowly, normally, but this morning as I snuggled against Huzband I felt a bit of plastic. It was a hyperdermic needle (still in its protective plastic, which Huzband uses for his diabetes.) I woke up instantly thinking:-Did Huzband forget to take his 11PM shot and fell asleep?-Did Huzband attempt to inject me with something, but fell asleep before he could get the needle out of it's wrapping?-Did the cats drag it up to our bed?Huzband would be hurt and perhaps offended to know that I actually thought that this morning... but would he be hurt because he loves me and would never think to do something like that, or is it because he didn't know I was onto him?
