Ick
Posted By Russ Emerson on October 21, 2006 at 7:51 pm
The cyst above my shoulder blade sat there for two months, out of my reach, doing nothing. Except, no doubt, waiting for its moment, plotting and planning. The evil swine.
I got no real warning — just a tingle, no pain, not even an actual itch. Then: Vesuvius.
I’m at the office tonight, of course.
Good thing I chose to wear a black shirt tonight; the blood hardly shows.
Also good that I wasn’t on the phone with a customer, as the language following such a surprise might not really be considered professional. Entertaining, maybe, but not professional.
Except perhaps when a router crashes and burns. Then it’s completely understandable.
[OK, yes, that was completely disgusting. Sorry.]
[Sunday addition: No, really. I am truly truly sorry for that. At the time, it was uncommonly quiet here at the office, and I had nothing better to do.]
Ick – amen!
Okay – so if IF you have nothing better to do – call your mummy! Just for fun!