sugar high ... getting lower

Tonight I had to have a candy bar. Or a chocolate bar. At 3:12 am I can't remember which term I prefer. So well past my bedtime I drove the 13 miles to Hunter, which is the closest town with a 24-hour anything. I picked up a handful of candy bars. (Or chocolate bars.) The girl behind the counter had a huge [something] on the side of her neck. It was either an untended burn or an untended birthmark or an untended tumor ... or gah, I don't want to think about what it could have been. All I could think was "That was Natalie Larios from Ghost World," and how no one will know what I'm talking about when I talk about it. And now all I can think about is how her neck belongs on an eating challenge on Fear Factor, because only Fear Factor would be that disgusting. Now I'm making myself sick. It could be all the candy bars I ate. (Or the chocolate bars. Those are the ones you should watch out for.)