Even the time when I was dating Nicole and gave myself a second-degree cuppatea burn on the tummy and all the skin came off and it looked twelve times more spectacular than my at-the-time-new heart surgery scars, except on the roundest and most obtrusively flabby part of me. Ugh.

The skin-sloughing is what my finger was doing earlier this weekend. I asked the Somerville pharmacy if I could just get a band-aid from them and the answer was no; they only sold them in boxes. I was saddened by this.

Also, ow. How did I not know that had happened?

MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT.

Maybe I can use it as an excuse to learn to ride a motorcycle . . .