"You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart. You’re heading for a breakdown, better pull yourself apart. " - John Cooper Clarke

I’m all shook up.

I don’t think that my body particularly likes my left fuck-you finger very much. Some of you may remember my close escape from death last year when I managed to end up being taken to hospital by ambulance with all sirens blaring after slightly cutting the top of said finger. All I needed was a tetanus shot. Those Croix Rouge people get really bored during expos, but the ride was fun.

Last night, my mate Tony down-the-road invited me for supper and while he was cooking I managed to knock the same finger on the opposite side of the joint (the palm side of the hand) and woke up this morning with a purple finger. It doesn’t really hurt, but is just slightly swollen and very purple.

Fair enough, I do bruise very easily and am forever finding bruises on my body but I do think that this finger is having more than it’s fair share of bruising.

I wonder where I’ll next find a bruise.

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