Current mood:	sore
Current music:	Afro Celt Sound System - Saor / Free & News from Nowher

Funny-coloured holes...
I've also got a funny-coloured hole in my arm. At Samhain, some kind person rammed a cigarette hard into my arm as I walked past the edge of the dancefloor. Never mind it hurting like hell, it was a remarkably deep and messy wound, and I'd have been far better off if I'd not fallen for the temptation to "tidy it up". But even that would have been okay if I hadn't put one of those waterproof band-aid clones over it a few days later.

The damn' thing burst off about a day or so after that, and the bits that had been sort of healing up were all that horrid shade between day-glo yellow and luminous green...

Did the cleany-up thing again, and managed to not touch the damn' thing for a few days, with the result that it's slowly healing up.

It's shades of red and pink, now, and smarts rather, but at least it's not fizzing.

I'd been going to say something about the weekend, but there's nothing that really belongs here.

Now, if the afghan mini-cab driver had had photos to illustrate what he was telling me about the bombing, that would certainly have been suitable content...