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... was to perform online surgery. The virtual slice. The anesthesia of procrastination by intoxication. I can't tell if its a version of inner peace or more evidence of that proscratinators disease which has me looking forward to my workday as a housepainter. It's a day structured so simply and the tasks can be performed, if we so choose, with the most meager of communication between boss and I. Its easy mostly, mentally, and physically even when its not easy it's easy.
But today sanding baseboard I got a splinter in the left FU finger, early, and that's no way to start a day. Months from now I will marvel at how long its been since I've had a nasty splinter, but lately, between Rocheblave and the paying job, I've had a couple too many slivers of wood forced deep into the flesh off my fingers.
In front of me in front of the monitor is a bottle of alcohol, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a cup of ice water for numbing, and what started out as an ice cold budweiser, also for numbing. Also at the ready is a pair of high quality tweezers (sharply pointed), a rusty razor blade, for slicing, and a lighter for burning germs off those implements whose cleanliness might be in question.
Pray for me people, I'm going in...