4:59 p.m. - 2004-02-25
a pound of finger
My ring finger on my left hand is in a bit of danger.
The area surrounding my cuticle on my fingertip is swollen to dangerous size. I feel that it will have to be amputated within a few days, if this continues on such a scale.
Gads. I am experiencing a fit of animosity toward the medical industry at the moment. Perhaps a witch doctor?
I feel that a divine being is wreaking vengance upon me for one of two reasons. The first: I wrote a story for workshop about a woman with mangled hands, and how hideously fascinating they looked to my narrator, how obsessed he became obsessed with them. I based these hands on the hands of a woman that works at the cashier's desk in the Lomasson Center on campus. I am transfixed by her hideous hands, each time my eyes cross them.
The second: I have been quasi-down on all this gay marriage hullaballoo because I feel exceptionally out of love with love at the moment. My marriage finger will be the hyperbolic amputation.
I really am kidding about the amputation. Don't worry, y'all.
