Where I Reveal Myself To You In Terrible Ways

Most of these blog entries will be a record of self-loathing or depression.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Shiver Me Timbers

Yesterday I was looking for some toothpaste. I went to brush my teeth and when I looked on the shelf where the toothpaste had been the night before, it was gone. Argh, my brother and his wife must have taken it for the kids.

Ok, now what?

I went and checked the parents bathroom; no dice. Then I went and checked my bag; I knew that I had had a sample size tube in one of the pockets at one point.

I started with an end pocket in my little duffel bag, digging blindly down at the bottom. My fingertip flicked across something; hunh, what was that? I felt somewhere else: Oh, it's a disposable razor. Then I took my hand out and realized I had just "shaved" off the tip of my finger. Ouch.

It bled like a bitch and for a little while I couldn't find any band-aids. I didn't know what I was going to do because I didn't even know where the clear tape was to tape a piece of paper towel around my finger. Plus my dexterity was greatly reduced because it was my dominant finger (duh; that's why it was on the front lines of my search).

I eventually put a band-aid on it. It filled up with a large bloodstain but it didn't bleed through or out. I can't remember if I changed it before or after the kids came home but I definitely did after because soon after I was rough-housing with them, I bumped the tip and I knew it was bleeding again.

I have to change it again because I just took a shower with it on.

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In other news: I had this sharp pain in the fold under my big toe like a paper cut. Turns out it was a hair jabbed into my skin. Ever get that? This is only about the second time for me.

Also, I ripped my favorite pair of boxers. I heard them rip last night but didn't want to believe it. I don't know how to prevent it other than switching to boxer briefs (seem to hot) or always remembering to hike up my pants AND boxers whenever I'm going to squat down. That's how they keep ripping. I keep squatting down and they don't ride up and they rip.

I've bought some new ones lately, so that's good. I think I have eight new pair. For some reason I haven't opened them; I feel like I have this strange commandment to myself to only open them when I get a job and have someplace to go again.

We shall see.

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