I’m obsessed with images of the moon and moon pies. That’s how it happens, isn’t it? It’s not from a bite or a scratch or some old gypsy woman reading your fortune with her one good eye. I watched Howling. I know it’s all about the craving. Pretty sure it means I’m a werewolf.
(I’m also obsessed with strawberries, and now I’m seeing them everywhere. What does that mean? I think I’m a werewolf in need of Vitamin C. Strawberries have Vitamin C. Pretty sure about that.)