October 26, 2007


It's a wonder I can hold down a job and stuff. I cleaned out my fridge last night, but I didn't take the spoiled food to the dumpster. That's fun to come home to. No one could ever accuse me of being the sharpest knife in the drawer, and it could be because I often cut myself with the sharpest knife in the drawer. My poor fingers have been cut, cooked, burned, blistered, you name it, usually by my cooking misadventures. Although, I do have a couple of nasty scars from curling iron burns. Sometimes it's just too early in the morning and my bleary eyes and slow reaction time aren't quite up to the task of taming my mane with a 300ยบ rod of fire.

I'm getting less sleep than usual lately. My mental processes are slower now, and some people would probably say that all the synapses weren't firing anyway. Last week I deli-sliced my left index finger. I got home quite late and was starving. It was past the closing time for even desperation-run-type places like Taco Bueno. Nothing in my house looked edible. There was some stale bread on the table, and I thought it had the most potential. I grabbed my serrated bread knife and decided to cut the hard edges off the bread. Unfortunately, the knife bounced off the impenetrable old bread and right into my finger.

My idea of a tourniquet was a paper towel with a rubber band to secure it. That sort of worked. I tried sleeping with my arm held in the air. That didn't work out as well. The next morning when the tourniquet came off, my finger was still bleeding. I went to work with it bandaged. At work, I asked my co-workers if they thought I needed stitches. Steve's quite the expert, having just had his skull stapled back together. Ah, great story. But I digress. If you didn't think I was white trash enough, just wait. Later that morning, I went to Walgreen's to pick up some more Band-Aids and some super glue. I just poured the glue over my fingertip. That stopped the bleeding and reduced the pain. I had lots of music rehearsals last week, and I couldn't be tickling the ivories with a giant painful gash holding me back. Actually, the cut healed very quickly, and I'm confident that I'll be able to keep the finger and my career in piano performance and education alive.

What is everyone going to dress as for Halloween? It has been so crazy around here. I haven't even had time to think about that or what I want for my birthday. I need more hours in the day. I've become one of those eevvill people that hits the snooze button for a good hour before actually waking up. That is dangerous business, too. An alarm clock dispute caused a stabbing in Lubbock recently.

Keep the Dream Alive

1 comment:

wendy v. said...

I am the absolute worst about hitting the snooze a million times. Why I don't just set my alarm clock for the last possible minute I could wake up and be on time is beyond me.

Thanks for your comment on my latest entry! I have decided that when I am home in a few weeks ya'll have got to see Arrested Development. It's hilariously funny but very addictive.