Friday, September 26, 2003
Black and Blue
What is it about bruising that is so fascinating? Maybe it's just me, with my fascination with colors and shades, but really, bruises are neat. I stubbed the little toe on my left foot the other day on the edge of a box, (*ahem* not that we still have boxes sitting around the living room, no, of course not,) and apparently I did a really good job. When I woke up the next morning, it was all dark wine and purple colored along the inside edge. I mean, sure, it hurts and all, but I'm getting so much entertainment from watching the progression of the bruise that I'm sort of hard-pressed to be very grumpy about pain.
What is it about bruising that is so fascinating? Maybe it's just me, with my fascination with colors and shades, but really, bruises are neat. I stubbed the little toe on my left foot the other day on the edge of a box, (*ahem* not that we still have boxes sitting around the living room, no, of course not,) and apparently I did a really good job. When I woke up the next morning, it was all dark wine and purple colored along the inside edge. I mean, sure, it hurts and all, but I'm getting so much entertainment from watching the progression of the bruise that I'm sort of hard-pressed to be very grumpy about pain.
