Please forgive this largely nonsensical post. I was already brain-dead from my work week, and then the problem was compounded when a previously unnoticed manufacturing defect in my razor caused me to shave an inch-long swatch of skin from my scalp in the shower. It is undoubtedly indicative of my instability that my first thoughts were "Wow, this is bleeding a lot," "Hmm, my face really does look different when it is covered in dripping blood," "The dusty rose enamel of the bathtub nicely sets off the crimson of the blood, and what interesting patterns!", and "I guess I can write about this. Where did I leave the camera?"

Thankfully for us all, I retained enough sense to leave the camera in my purse. I did not, however, keep enough sense to keep this episode to myself.

In completely unrelated developments, the word "manometer" and the phrase "a calligraphy of evil" appeared in my spam today. I assume the former is the standard unit by which you take the measure of a man; the meaning of the latter, although beautiful, eludes me. Blame it on the blood loss.