Once again I have just went to the laundromat and cut the same knuckle, in the same place, on presumably the piece of equipment. I have to assume it was the same piece of equipment because I don't know when or how I do it. I just look at my hand and, oh look, a flap of skin is hanging off my knuckle. I have no idea how it even happens.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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