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Navel crisis
So last night I was lying on my bed, reading, and a cat was lying on my stomach, purring. He shifted around a little, and my belly felt weird. Like a tag on my shirt was poking it, or a piece of tape had stuck to it, and was being pulled by the cat's movement. Odd.

So I reached under the cover and touched my belly, intending to brush off whatever was bugging it, and discovered the it was all crusty and sticky! Startled, I pushed the cat aside, sat up, and examined myself more closely. The whole area around my bellybutton, a couple inches in diameter, had little dried bits of something unidentifiable stuck to the skin. I could not for the life of me think of what could have dirtied my belly - it had been clothed all day, like the rest of me. I went downstairs and washed it off, and discovered that the inside of my bellybutton seemed red and tender, and the source of the stickiness. How very weird.

This morning when I awoke I found it was like that again, and it has been mildly uncomfortable, crusty, sticky, and just generally weird-feeling all day today. How extremely peculiar. This would all probably make sense if it was pierced or something, but it's not! What would cause one's bellybutton to suddenly begin discharging something? Is it an alien in there, preparing to come out? I don't recall any recent alien abductions or "lost time". Is it a longing for my mother's womb, manifesting itself physically via our once-connection? Does it mean I'm too fat? Oooh, maybe the fat is leaking out, and soon I will be skinny!

So I have been wearing loose clothing which doesn't bind my bellybutton, to give it (and my alien baby) air. And I've been periodically studying it in puzzlement all day.

I hope my alien baby loves me, and doesn't hurt me too much coming out. Perhaps this will be the event that ties our disparate races together, bringing intergalactic harmony. That would be nice.

Current Mood: puzzled
Current Music: Just One Angel, by Uncle Bonsai

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cynnerth From: cynnerth Date: January 3rd, 2002 01:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
My mother likes to use the phrase "contemplating your navel" when she's refering to someone just sitting around thinking only of themselves and nothing important...like they're just sitting there playing with their navel and thinking about it.

That's a weird thing that's happening to you. Did you call a doctor?
renniekins From: renniekins Date: January 3rd, 2002 08:59 pm (UTC) (Link)


Heh, how well your mother knows me, as I've been contemplating my navel all day!

Nah, no doctor for now - I suspect that soon it will go away as mysteriously as it came. (Unless it really is an alien baby!) Just an oddity.
cannibal From: cannibal Date: January 4th, 2002 03:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
Please see your doctor if it's not gone?
From: traceyb Date: January 3rd, 2002 04:10 pm (UTC) (Link)


I hope it's not an alien. If it is, I hope its a really really small or skinny one.

renniekins From: renniekins Date: January 3rd, 2002 08:45 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: :(

heehee...a nice little bellybutton-sized alien would be the most comfortable I suppose.
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 6th, 2002 04:57 pm (UTC) (Link)

novel navel

sounds like something that penicillin could clear up.
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