You Want Another 28 Days? Keep the Cap.
Right now I am looking intently at a one-inch patch of reddened skin on my wrist which may be my eczema in a new location OR IT MAY BE NECROTIZING FASCIITIS!!!
This is what it's like when I study. I'm sitting at my desk, dutifully transcribing notes and
my. mind. wanders.
For a while it wandered to the right side of my head, where my right eye was looking at the Colts/Steelers game. We lost a bottle-of-scotch bet last night when the Pats bit the dust. And I kind of wanted the Colts to win it, just for Tony Dungy's sake. But those Steelers are mean. And big. They remind me of the Raiders. I don't like the Raiders. They are the Seahawks' nemesis, although apparently not this year.
See. This is what happens. My mind just takes off.
I need to get back to my IP notes.
But my wrist itches. I wonder if it really is necrotizing fasciitis. Maybe I'll go google necrotizing fasciitis ... I like saying it: necrotizing fasciitis ... necrotizing fasciitis ... necrotizing fasciitis ...
Today's fragrance: My last three drops of Ormonde Jayne's genius creation of rose and saffron, Ta'if (ahh, Maller, the monster you created). *puts head down on desk and sobs* *fantasizes about receiving huge bottle of Ta'if and all its ancillary scent products for graduation present*
Best Last Words Department:
Alexander Graham Bell (1847-1922)
Bell fell in love with and married one of his deaf students, Mabel Hubbard. When Bell was stricken with a fatal illness and lay dying, Mabel whispered to him, "Don't leave me." He signed into her palm: "No."