It's been so long since I've seen my own blood in any significant quantity that I've pretty much forgotten what it feels like and looks like and tastes like. When I got a nosebleed just now (from banging my nose against a bathroom doorframe accidentally) the blood on the white tiles of the bathroom seemed like a movie prop. Like it was too real. Too much like real blood to be real blood. Absurd.

And it seemed to come out in ridiculous quantities, too. I used up reams of paper getting it to dry, and it just kept pouring out, getting on everything, dripping into my mouth, through my beard, getting everywhere. It looked like I killed someone out there before I finished.

In the middle of it all, I saw for the first time my no.1. candidate for best bathroom grafitti in the University so far:

"If you're alone right now, why not just start singing?"

So I did. I sang "I get a kick out of you." I'm glad noone came in and wondered who kicked me. Or even worse, heard the part that goes:

some they may go for cocaine
i’m sure that if, I took even one sniff
it would bore me terrifically too
but I get a kick out of you.


Blogger Koli said...

I keep meaning to sit down and post a comment on how much I adore this post. So, here it is!

October 22, 2004 4:50 am  
Blogger MGL said...

I'm glad that my bleeding amuses you.

October 22, 2004 6:42 pm  

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