Did you hear about the Supermoon?
Yes, I busted out the crimper again. The 80s Movie Anthem Singalong at Alamo Drafthouse was on my calendar for several weeks. So was a 20-mile run, but I didn't notice that they occupied the same day until, well, that day. And I did not realize this convergence of these events coincided with the full moon's super duper closeness to us Earthlings, either.
I think I was at her #4. My crimped hair and bruised legs limped to the coffee shop for a wake-up. There I walked through cigarette smoke, sat in crumbs, and listened to pretentious hipster music. All things that would have made me livid when I was possessed.
But Zuul had left the building. I was happy. I sipped some coffee and smiled at babies and reminisced about the night before. The Supermoon was gone, and there was no Zuul, only Shannon.