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of hair, knuckles, and blood

i give myself nearly enough time to get to the office presentable (read: not smelly) each weekday morning. sometimes i give myself less.

however much time i have, i will be hurrying. guaranteed. usually sans glasses (so blind, basically), but always half-asleep.

this morning was no exception, and i had opted to air out my smelliness during the three minute drive to my office rather than wash my three feet of hair. time does not grow on trees, you know, especially when there is 5 more minutes of sleep to be had.

i brushed my unconditioned hair, trying to ignore the pain shooting to my scalp, and whooshed it up into a ponytail. that is when it happened.

my hair is so thick and so long that not just any hairband will do. they have to have some extra stretchy and extra super strength.

on the second loop, the hairband broke.
the shiny metal piece flew up and bit a knuckle on my left hand.
it stung.
i said ow and went off in search of another.

finally out the door, i noticed a fat red drop of blood on my right hand. i stop halfway to my car thinking that this is a big enough drop that i should probably determine where it was originating.

my left knuckle was gushing a lot of blood.
too much blood for 8am.

i ran back inside for a bandaid and promptly forgot about it.

i just took off the bandage to find a quarter inch gash and a hugeass bruise on my knuckle. the bruise is seriously an inch and a half long... and i have dainty girly fingers. it makes me wonder why it didnt hurt more.