I discovered something I have not encountered in some time. A mystery injury. I have no idea where a red sore spot came from. Is it a burn? It looks like a burn, but from what? Is it a blemish?
I have committed only minor self-harm this past year, unlike a previous span of time where I expected to one day wake up dead. I think of it when I pass the fusebox, in the hallway. Did I smash my face onto the corners of that fusebox, causing what looked like a fist-fight-induced black eye? How lucky am I that I didn’t gouge out the fucking eyeball itself?
I don’t understand where a burn could have come from. I’m guessing instead it’s a scrape. Strange looking scrape.
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Forgot to mention that I rode the LIRR yesterday for the first time in probably 2 years. I didn’t have to, and kind of wished I hadn’t. I wasn’t thinking about it but man, their communication is excellent. Most of the voices are human but an occasional robot intrudes on that. I also wasn’t thinking about it until I got there but I got some sweet video of the trains roaring past. That’s a favorite of a friend of mine. It’s incredible to think how quickly those express trains would destroy your body should you leap into its path. I am sure it happens far more than is reported. If all suicides were reported you would think it was an epidemic. You’d be right.
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It was fun meeting up with old friends last night but it did impede my ability to go for the person I was there for. It’ll be fine. She was looking my way but that might just be her thing.
