January 05, 2002 :: 1:41 p.m.
the case of the bleeding hole
I am gross. Why am I gross? Well, if you must know, I am gross because I
just woke up and the first thing I did was get online. I spend way too much time in front of the computer. It's as bad as watching too much TV, only not quite because this requires at least a little mental effort. Sometimes.
I knocked my nose ring out while I was sleeping. Ripped it out, actually. OW. BAD. PAIN. Thank god it's a stud, not a ring, or instead of being here, talking about it, I'd be lying a pool of my own blood and snot, twitching and drooling. However, if it were a ring, I probably wouldn't have ripped it out to begin with. Anyway, I woke up when I did it, because it hurt like hell and things that hurt banish all traces of sleepiness. I searched around for a while until I found the damn thing, and then proceeded to the bathroom; reinsertion ensued. It was not good. My nose was bleeding. More precisely, the hole was bleeding. Lovely.
Man on Street: Miss, are you aware that your hole is bleeding?
Me: Oh, yes, it does that sometimes.
I want to go investigate the breakfast/lunch situation, but I'm not hungry. I suppose that's a good thing. So instead of eating, I'm going to go take a shower. Not considerably productive, but at least I'll be clean.
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