The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

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Scene: Less Than Five Minutes Ago

Me: Geez, my finger's sticky. *rub*rub*rub* Christ, what the hell gunk did I get... on.. it—

Me: looks at the finger in question for the first time

Me: Wow, that's a lot of blood.

Sometimes I wish I had a lower threshhold for pain. I washed my fingers off, but the bleeding hasn't stopped yet. I cleaned it and bandaged it anyway; I figure either it'll stop or I'll lose consciousness and then I won't care. It must've been bad, because I'm looking at half the things I've touched in the past few minutes and they're tainted with blood. It's a good thing I didn't put my contact lens in my eye; that's the finger I use. I'd be wondering why everything looks so pink.

On the up side, I've got at least ten CDs of Greaseman shows lined up, three burned so far. This is so sweet. I need something to convert the oooold old old .au files I have to .wavs or just directly the hell to .mp3. Oh, man, that'd be suhweeet!

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