Nature's McGriddle

I stopped by the deli this morning to grab something quick and I had a hankering for egg and cheese on a roll. When I got outside and unwrapped it, though, I had that on a cinnamon raisin bagel. Sounds gross, I know. Guess the guy in front of me ordered it. I thought about taking it back but then I thought, "Fuck it. When would I ever actually order this abomination." So, I take one bite. It actually was kind of good. It was not unlike a McDonald's McGriddle, which is an awful idea but the greatest hangover food God ever turned His back on. Don't know that I would order it on purpose but as one of life's accidents I can chalk it as happy.

The current Frankencintricity of my life

I checked the mail on my way in just a few minutes ago and found, to my great pleasure, Frankenstein Unbound (which may or may not be good but irresistibly features Raul Julia as the doctor) from Netflix and my new shirt (shirt.woot.com), the American Gothic drawing replacing the farmer and his wife with the Monster of and Bride of Frankenstein. This was after a fifteen minute walk home from the train, upon which I had been reading- you guessed it- Frankenstein. Oh, and I signed up with the National Novel Writing Month again yesterday to write my newest opus, The Undead War, featuring Frankenstein's monster.
What is my obsession with Frankenstein anyway? I was never all that infatuated with the monster. Maybe it's the Halloween spirit manifesting itself in me lately but I doubt it. I previously had intended to write a novel featuring Dracula and Dr. Frankenstein as the principal characters and I've been toying with a screenplay for a couple of years that is basically a retelling of the Frankenstein tale from another perspective. So, it has been with me for a while. Maybe I just need to finish one of these and get it out of my system.