On saturday morning, while trying to open my door to leave my apartment, i somehow missed the doornob and smashed my index finger against the door, breaking the skin just below my knuckle. Yesterday morning, while helpng to transport the Green Monster (the big bin we use to carry tables and drums and stuff) down to the picket line, i cut my other index finger. At least I'm symmetrical now, i thought at the time, as i tried to stop the bleeding.
This morning, while helping a friend move stuff into storage, i manage to cut fingers several more times. My theory is that, since i no longer play guitar and my calluses are all gone, i'm doing things with my fingers that wouldn't have used to result in cuts because i assume i still hve callused hands but no longer do and thus get cut where i don't expect to. Or, possibly, I'm getting clumsier in my old age.
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