Pointlessness.

So somewhere around 12:30AM this morning, I was holding a razor blade in my left hand trying to figure out if I should cut into my right thumb. Keep in mind that I’m right-handed. I got a 3/8″ sliver in my thumb and at first I convinced myself it was just the blood after I pulled out most of the wood with my teeth. While I was lying in bed I finally decided that it hurt too much and it must be a sliver. So I got whatever cheap magnifying glasses, tweezers, and pins I could find and went to town. I’ll spare any more details, but it’s gone now. I’m planning on varnishing the basement railing to avoid this from happening again (it’s not the first time this has happened).

I have a cough now, and it’s pretty much the kind of cough I can deal with. It’s not waking me up at night and it’s not that often. This morning, however, I was coughing stuff up. Why is it that doctors always want to know what color the stuff was? My usual doc wants to know if it’s green, and the TB researcher up the street wanted to know if it was red. It was neither, fortunately.

I’ve spent much too much time trying to get IPV6 working at home. I doubt I’ll stop any time soon. Oh, well.