16 February 2010


there are times when one is in the middle of a task -- say, reading a book, or brushing one's teeth -- and inexplicably finds oneself with a large and slightly painful under-the-fingernail splinter, but with no recollection of when it got there, or how, as there is no entry wound in sight.

1 comment:

dahnya said...

Ugh. I hate those. It always seems to happen in dressing rooms for me.