While attempting to usher a fly out of the house I managed to catch my right middle finger on a dirty monitor. Watching the blood trickle as I waited for the tap to become free I couldn't but help notice that instead of a sharp sting it felt more like a dull throb. The impact with the plastic cover was merely a result of wildly flapping my arms about closing in the space around the fly's path. It usually works, if I manage to open the door before it barrel rolls right over me. The skin sits like a flap letting the pus seep out yet being able to ward off dust and grime. Since it really didn't look like there would be a problem, I have chosen to recycle the band-aid. Learning lessons from bleeding skin in the past, I shall try and hold off just ripping it for pleasure.
Wednesday, 17 October 2001 - 06:33
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