tales from an ordinary world

2001-12-30

I sat out the back with the ants and a martini and the new Coupland book I was about to finish, resting my martini on the old broken washing machine that I oughta get rid of one of these days.

Later, I walked down the road to the pharmacy, to buy some more large bandaids for my fingers, which have gone berserk over the past few years, on and off, apparently from too much soap. Recently it's gotten worse. First my left hand, and now that it's recovered (for now), my right hand's going. All this because I was/am a compulsive hand-washer. We all get what's coming to us. I just wanted to feel clean.