Alright, so there I was driving home and zoning out when for some strange reason I thought about flan. Yes, the custard with caramel on top. Then I started thinking about how long it has been since I've had flan. And how I never really liked it until we had it at this Brazilian restaurant in Lowell. Then I remembered the last time I had that flan. It was for my birthday two years ago. Erika and our coworkers threw me a surprise celebration/staff meeting picnic on the floor complete with that wonderful flan. I almost called her to tell her about my flan daydream. Then I remembered that I already called her and she didn't answer and if I kept calling her, well, that was borderline stalking. Not that we haven't practically stalked eachother by phone before. But I try to reserve that for really big news. And flan isn't quite an emergency.
When I arrived home I put flan out of mind. There was nothing on TV so I decided to watch one of my Ne*tflix movies. I had forgotten that Envy had arrived last week. There I was watching the movie and there IT was. What figures heavily into the plotline? Yup, flan. I have no idea what it all means but it's freaked me out.
What is freakier than that? A whole site devoted to the worship of flan.