Yesterday while skinning a lemon using a vegetable peeler, I inadvertently skinned the top of my middle finger, carving a tiny notch in the space between the top knuckle and the cuticle. “Owww!” I howled, then watched dumbfounded as dots of blood seeped out from the underlying layers of skin before running to the bathroom to fetch a bandaid.
I adore how your peculiarities and delightfully intellectual weirdness is shining through in these rough drafts