Monday night (Tuesday midnight) I worked a shift in Putnam. When I got to the desk and went to sit down, there was a small chunk of wood on the chair. I went to brush it off and quickly recoiled in pain. I looked, but couldn’t see any splinter or anything so I figured I just got a poke.

Yesterday morning I woke up and my finger hurt. There was kind of a purply mark on the edge of my finger, but I honestly couldn’t remember why it might have been there. As the day wore on, it continued to hurt and I was still confused. Finally, I remembered what happened the night before and decided to investigate.

When I got home last night I went to work with tweezers and a fingernail clipper. I could feel a little something that didn’t feel quite right. So I finally spotted some discoloration that looked like a splinter, but I couldn’t get to it. I had apparently jabbed this thing so deep into my finger that it was barely visible at all. I ended up cutting off the top layer of skin and going after it with tweezers. I couldn’t grab on to the damn thing and so I started pushing hoping to get a better edge to grab. Instead, the thing shot out of my finger like I was popping a pimple. (And the readers all wish I had been less specific.)

Definitely one of the strangest things that has happened to me in a while. I’m sure you’re all thrilled that I chose to share.

Currently Playing: Maroon 5 – Sunday Morning

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in