A Tragedy in Three Acts

I just ended a battle between my finger and a splinter that lodged itself in there last night during rehearsals.

I had grabbed the door to enter the ’store room’ during the Skid Row/Downtown number and scored myself a giant rod of timber hanging out of my finger for the effort. I pulled it out and kept going, and it wasn’t until this morning that I realised there was still a bit left in my finger, by which time the skin had buried it deep below, faded like a penguin in an ice coffin. I made several efforts during the day to find this tiny medical tool we have to dig splinters out of your skin (not without pain), and only just found it tonight. Then, armed with a pair of tweezers and both the “Grip and Rip” and “Sculptor’s Scalpel”* ends of the found tool, I got to work, eventually ripping the skin around the splinter away until it had nothing to keep it there. What a sense of achievement when I finally got it out! Sure, it feels worse now, but that will eventually pass.

In other news, I have just officially given up on my PC (… for tonight). Firstly, it decides it’s too good for my files, so it randomly starts throwing them away. I check for bad sectors because the drive is still under warranty, but it returns none. Then Windows XP decides to randomly reboot a few minutes after each boot, even after two entirely fresh reboots (installing on both FAT32 and NTFS drives).

A Mac would never do that to me. I’m going to buy another external case so I can use the perfectly fine, windows-rejected hard drive on my beautiful mac.

And I got a haircut.