I cut …. my leg.
How you may ask? Well I was shaving some random hairs on my shin yesterday night and I didn’t notice I had shaved more layers of skin than intended (such as that layer that is removed with the hair), until my leg was red with blood.
For the size of the cut, that was a lot of blood.

I took the band-aid off today after school, didn’t bother to look at the cut and left the band-aid off for a bit while I went to pull a pair of jeans out of my cupboard. Just then, as I go to put my pants on, the cut was bleeding still.

I mean, what in the world? Was there an anticoagulant in that razor blade?
Honestly, I don’t think that the cut is that deep. It doesn’t hurt unless I spit in it, which I don’t go around doing. Oh, and I am pretty sure that if i take the band-aid off right now it will still be bleeding.

It causes me to wonder why my blood is failing to coagulate to produce the necessary scab to heal the wound. I can only speculate that;
a) deeper than I am making it out to be
b) the soap that I used before I wisked away the hairs acted as a major anticoagulant
c) God is teaching us all a lesson about female vanity. “Let the random leg hair free”
d) I am really an alien and that bleeding out of the shin is significant in the passage of life

I think that all of these are plausible, with d) being the highest ranking in plausibility. Next would be b).

I think I have wasted enough of your time – but then again, you are the one venturing to my blog and took the time to read it. Thus it stands to reason that your total existence is reliant on this means of procrastination to the daily grind.

Whatever the case, I should be in bed. I have an early start tomorrow; got to love the 5:30 am wake up times.

All the best in your day to day ventures;
Until I re-seat the largest muscle in my body to this uncomfortable blue squeeky wheely swivle chair;

C.L.U