so this was a weird thing that just happened to me, really fucking creepy weird:
so i'm staying up passed my bedtime working over a story. and the
part i'm working on is a real graphic murder plot, with some vivid
imagery that will probably seem somewhat unsavory for some people.
regardless, as far as i'm paying attention to anything (especially with
this shitty fucking head cold) my hands are on the keyboard, but i do
have this absent-minded tick when i'm writing, where i'll rub my
shoulders and drag my hand across my back. so i'm doing this here and
there, and writing and being completely oblivious to everything in the
world. then i finish. i save. and i come back around, and look down at
my left hand, and it's covered in dried up blood. so i freak out, run to
the bathroom, look in the mirror at everything, and i'm not bleeding.
nothing. but i have all this dried blood on my fingers.
so i shrug, wash it off, and decided to blog about it.
and that's my night. have a better one.
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