You may want to ask me how I am spending my days. Well, you're reading it.
Yesterday I bruised my nose. Only those who are intimately acquainted with my freckles would be able to see it, so I don't have much proof. It happened in a moment of triumph: I had found all the cords needed to plug the Les Paul in to the amp. As I victoriously put my head through the strap of the guitar, the heavy guitar swung in and made impact with the bridge of my nose.
I froze in shock and pain. It felt like I broke my nose. I waited for something more to happen- like my nose to start bleeding- nothing did.
Perhaps I should have put ice on it, but I went ahead and rocked on.
Now, it is tender to the touch, and faintly purple.
Today, I'm going to be a little more careful, because who knows what else could come and along and whack me in the face when I least expect it.
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