It should be a bad day, or at least, I should feel more pissed off, but frankly I'm just mellow. Maybe it's just a function of getting older, or getting thinner...
At mid-day I was prepping dinner for tomorrow and when I dropped the pot roast in the pan hot olive oil shot out and burned me. I've got a raised red welt the size and shape of a duck's webbed foot on my left arm.
I took care of that and then this evening I jumped in the pool and forgot that I had my RAZR in my pocket. It's dead. I can try to take it apart and let it dry out, but I don't know if I'm going to have any luck. I have to wait until October before I can get a new phone as part of my plan or I can pay out of pocket.
And still, I'm not really upset. I don't know why. I'm just not. I'm actually kind of hoping the welt on my arm turns into some kind of gnarly scar I can show off.
"Yup, I got this one when I grabbed the tail pipe of that Harley the Pagan was driving to rescue the baby he was kidnapping. He was high on meth and thought I was the avenging angel of the Lord, but he still put up a hell of a fight before he gave that little girl back. He came away with some broken ribs and a broken nose. I only came away with this scar."
Yeah, good times.
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