deckwreck

So the other day I'm driving home from work down Georgia 400. About halfway I notice that my nose is running, so I start to sniffle a bit. Interesting, I thought; why do I taste metal? Turns out that it wasn't a runny nose; it was a nosebleed. I never get nosebleeds, so this was unusual in and of itself. But I guess the blood vessels in my nose decided to make up for the fact that I never get nosebleeds, because it was like someone turned on a fucking faucet, filled it with blood, and shoved it up my nose. I had to tear off several strips of Creative Loafing to keep from changing the color of the interior of my car. So I'm driving along with one hand on the wheel and one blocking the deluge, when my other nostril, jealous of all the attention the left nostril was getting I guess, decides to open the floodgates as well. It was an... interesting ride home: driving along, listening to Mastodon with blood spitting out of my face. I felt very metal. My nose finally decided to clot just before I got home. I walked inside and looked at the mirror in the lobby, and it was awesome. Seriously, the entire lower half of my face was covered in blood, complete with drips going down my chin and everything. I grabbed some random disposable camera that's been floating around my living room and tok a few pictures, but I haven't got them developed yet.

Anyway, that's the most exciting thing that happened to me all week. Tonight's my roommate's 21st birthday. Whee!