Out! Out, damned spot!
I'm typing away, look down at my desk and noticed some barely dried blood. Um, okay. Then, notice there's blood on my fingers. Wha? I don't have a nosebleed, my grey matter seems intact, I've got climbing scabs but they're intact as well. This is just weird.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Rantings of an almost middle-aged man-child. Lowly tech-writer by day, but amazingly virile superhero when I dream.
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