… well it is December tomorrow.
Last night I cut myself. Not in an Eamo kind of way. In a manner which only I could. I was lying in bed, when I felt a sharp pain in my thumb. I turned the bedside lamp on, to find that there was a cut on my thumb. There wasn’t lots of blood, but my flesh had been torn and was separating whenever I moved my hand. It made me feel more sick than pained. I don’t know how I obtained the wound. It looks like a papercut, but there was no paper in sight. Clearly, this was caused by one of two things… I must have either cut myself on the duvet, or I have stigmata.
Luckily I have some plasters, which fixed my torn skin together. Unluckily, the plasters are rubbish. Every time I wash my hands – which, as people who know me will testify, is A LOT, throughout the day – the plaster falls off. They are not waterproof in the slightest. I may as well wrap some sellotape around my thumb. It would be a lot cheaper and probably more effective. I hope my skin heals overnight (and I don’t cut myself again), so I can leave the plasters at home tomorrow, as I’m fast running out of the things!
Blogging can be very addictive. I should know. I started this blog in 2004 – over 11 years ago. Unfortunately, while it can be a very addictive hobby, it’s also something which is very easy to neglect. A bit like a house plant or a dog. The longer the abandonment lasts, the more the blog/plant/dog deteriorates, making it less of an incentive to invest time in the thing.
Don’t worry. Firstly, I don’t own a dog (although I do own a rather poorly looking houseplant). Also, I’m not going to stop blogging. I’ll really, really try to get back to blogging the usual rubbish stories and tired jokes. Hurray.