2004-07-26 - 6:55 p.m.

Blister on my palm, blister on my palm.

Got a blister digging holes for rhododendrons for my mom.

Now evey time I move my hand, to type for example, I can feel the outer layer of skin rubbing against the inner. gyeck.

Also I threw a rock at a hornets nest today, and boy were they pissed. Another common metaphor justified. I'm not stupid, I just like to see for myself, you know? It's not real till I break it.

Song of the day: "The missing arm of Viktor Krum" -Harry and the Potters

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