It’s Like Flesh
I cut my hand again today. This time it’s on the top of my left index finger, running from the nail through the first joint. My hands scar very easily. “My hands are like etchings of concertina wire teeth exhaust burns and broken windows. Shiny pink patches that show up when I tan.” They are easily more scarred than anyone else I knows hands. This new one should be good, it runs deep and relatively long, it gets right into the meat.
God has seen fit to deal me a bitter hand and reintroduce me to Diplomacy which has to date cost me something in the neighborhood of 11 hours of lost sleep. That number is expected to grow linearly. I don’t know why I find this game so attractive, but I do. I suppose it might have something to do with the very deep personal interaction that goes on, or the deep satisfaction of a successful stab, but whatever it is it’s got me hooked in a way only really good books sometimes do.
Biology is already the most boring thing ever and makes me not never want to go to school ever again.
Tags: random, schoolings, scrawlings