Bringin' Back the Band-Aid Style

Some of you may remember a time when I wore band-aids for fun.

Some of you might think that with five band-aids (actually four currently) on my hand, that I might be trying to bring back the old trend.

But I'm not.

On my way to a final on Friday morning, the concrete rose up and thrust me down snapping and biting at my hand and knee. It was a brutal victory, but I left only mildly bloody. The poor concrete is still broken. I think we can all tell who won that battle. . . That'll teach the sidewalk to go after me!

But seriously, my hand was really bloody. I walked to my final holding my own right hand as if I were offering it as a sacrifice.

I was very proud of myself for not fainting. Usually, I can't handle my own blood. But I think I was more concerned about my (written) final.

Which I did well on, I think. . . without bleeding on it.

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I started this post a couple days ago, but got very busy.
My hand is healing, but is still a little sore.

I'm off to my hardest and last final, which I do not expect to do very well on. . . Then home for a nap (which I will do VERY well on!).

Wish me creativity!