The inside of my nose, after five days of a cold, is starting to feel tough. Like it has calluses. Like it comes from the wrong side of the tracks. Like maybe my nostrils will rough you up if they catch you staring at them.
It's a weird sensation.
I woke up at 2:30 last night and couldn't sleep again until nearly 5. So I'm nicely rested for jury duty. I expect I'll be able to give my full and considerable attention to the instructions of the court, right after I wedge these toothpicks under my eyelids. We were out of regular toothpicks so I have to use cocktail toothpicks. The ones with the festive little ribbons curled around the butt end. That looks professional, right?
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