Okay, guess what, I hurt my hand at work again. Got it jammed in some machinery. It would appear that I have my first broken bone, though it is just the tip of my of the distal phalanx on my right middle finger, not a bone that would need to be treated with a cast or anything. Still, I have to go back to the hospital in the morning to see a hand specialist to see what they can do about the rest of the finger, which is pretty beat up. In all likelihood I will have more information after the follow up appointment.

Anyway, that’s all the typing I am up for right now.

Okay, my latest encounter with the police has just occurred. It is just a small one, but I did say I’d put them all on here:

So I’d just gotten home from work and decided I’d go grab some groceries from the twenty-four hour Sobeys down the road. But I did not take a direct route, instead opting for a meandering path of walkin’ fun on side streets. I was wearing my mp3 player and dancing around like an idiot to Bowie as I went, and that was when I first noticed a car slowly going by me, which turned out to be a cop car. It went up ahead, then turned around and not-at-all subtly drove by me again, checkin’ me out an talking on the police-talking-machine. That was it, though. Didn’t even stop to ask me where I was going. Which is a shame.

I’ll never know if they were looking for someone in particular or if he was just checking out the mysterious trenchcoated scruffy guy walking around at four in the morning, but I do know that by the time that second pass-by happened, I was grinning like an idiot, which probably made me seem insane. Good times.

In other news: Bruise on my knee, don’t know why.

This is gonna be pointless, so don’t bear with me. Yeah, don’t. Just ignore this.

So, two weeks ago, while cutting my fingernails, I missed my left ring fingernail, right? I noticed a few hours later, or even the next day, but I figured “Screw it, I’ll cut it next weekend” and just let it be. By the end of that week I was actually looking forward to cutting my nails again to get it all synched up. So then I did. Fascinating, no? But anyway, I realized later that this is the same finger which I got caught in a machine at work a few years back and had the nail completely pulled out. It took months for it to grow back. So now, in the course of my life, I’ve cut this one specific fingernail probably a half-dozen fewer times than all my other ones. And now this fact is on the Internet! Hooray for technology!

Haiku!

See the golden fog.
See how it rolls over there.
Fooled you! It’s not there.

Yeah, I don’t actually have much to say. I kinda messed up my sleeping habits over the last couple weeks, so now I’m up in the daytime trying to right it. But I’m spending the time trying to get a ton of SecGovs done so I have a nice comfortable buffer. We’ll see how I do.

Argh. My ear hurts again. This makes for the third such earache in as many years. Last time, it was the right ear. Now we’re the left ear this time, which is where we were two times ago. I don’t even get why it is happening. It felt fine as I was trying to get to sleep, but upon waking up, there it was, painfulness in the ear when I swallow or, for whatever reason, happen to press on my ear. And this time it doesn’t feel like there’s a big mass of pressure built up in the ear fluid or anything. This time it is just the painfulness. This leads me to believe that this is technically a different problem than the last two times, but the end result, the ear pain, remains intact. I can’t help but wonder if I didn’t, in my sleep, somehow scratch the inside of my ear. And if I did that, sleeptimes-PDR needs to wise up.

Why is it that I could have a pain in my hand or foot or something and not mind all that much, but once it is in one of my ears it occupies my every waking thought? Ear canals. More trouble than they’re worth? Someone needs to look into this.

Also, my spellcheck tells me that painfulness is a legitimate word. Sounds pretty clumsy to me. There are definitely easier ways to phrase a sentence than to use the word painfulness. But that is what makes English so fun.

Hey, I forgot to mention. Last week I was opening the door to a cab and I hit myself in the face with it. It ranks up there with my best stupidest moments. Although it did not leave the amount of bruise I expected when it happened, it left a mark on my head for days. And it is still tender to the touch. I am impressed with my door-swinging strength.

Haiku!

War on Planet Grup.
Two powerful armies fight.
The biggest one wins.

In other news, I am now roommateless with Marq having moved to the other side of the city. Here’s hoping that that somehow translates into me writing more.