Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Insult to injury.

I just discovered I have a cut on my finger, and I have no idea where it came from.

This occurs on a semi-regular basis. I’m just sitting around doing nothing when I look down to find I’ve suffered a flesh wound. How I can manage this, I have no idea. You would think that getting my skin ripped open would be something my body would alert me to the second that it happened.

I guess my nerve endings, much like myself, are lazy-asses.

Whenever this happens, I like to make up little origin stories for my wounds. This scrape on my finger came from trying to do origami too fast. I got this bruise on my elbow when i tripped over a squirrel. I cut my lip making out with Jessica Alba.

Unfortunately the truth is I probably scraped my finger picking up a print-out, bruised my elbow bumping into a wall, and cut my lip making out with Jessica Alba’s picture in the latest issue of Maxim.