Klutzy
I was all excited to open this post with a song lyric. Belle & Sebastian’s “Act of the Apostles II,” which I thought contained the lyric “I’m a genius / a prodigy / My sad sighs / are up for a prize.” Prize-winning Sad Sighs?? Yes, please.
Turns out “my sad sighs” is actually “at maths and science”. Stupid Scottish accent. So that is not relevant at all.
ANYWAY.
I’m just here to report on a small Sad Sigh. I’ve had a nosering for, like, 5 years now. See:
So I’m used to it, right? Except that apparently the other night I rolled over violently on that side of my face OR SOMETHING because now I have a cut inside my nostril and a bruise surrounding the cut from the nose ring.
Yes, that’s right, I injured myself in my sleep with my own nose ring. My friends know that I’m very prone to falling down randomly, dropping glasses, and generally being awkward, but apparently I’m also capable of hurting myself when I’m dead asleep.
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If it makes you feel better I have a giant canker sore on the side of my tongue making it rather painful to speak and eat. My two favorite activities!