This morning is the first day I've heard the drone of a lawnmower. (It seems to be going on forever.)(Granted, there is quite a large grass area out back of the houses.)
Adventures In Lameness
We hired a new guy at work. The new guy apparently wears interesting socks, so now I'm not the guy with the interesting socks (and God, does that sound pathetic when I say it out loud).
We're All Going To Die
In the shower I was rubbing my head and came across this hard little knob on my forehead. I picked it off and wondered: "What was that??" Had I hit my head in the night? Did I have anything there before? I don't recall anything.
I looked at it when I got out of the shower and it looks like I picked a scab. All I can think is: early stages of skin cancer. I really need to get my skin checked out. I've picked the "freckle" on my shoulder twice now. That's not good. (And maybe that was like the starting gun for the skin cancer to go into aggressive mode.) Worst part: I don't know how to ask off from work to go to the doctor. Especially since I'm taking off next week for this project with Musician Friend. And I feel like I'm working less and less and am less and less useful. (No indications from them on that, that's just how I feel inside.)