11 November 2007
I have this side gig as a massage therapist and my main requirements of myself are that I'm not possessing an infectious disease (crazy is genetic not infectious) and the skin of my hands and forearms be intact. Well, we've met the former of the criteria today but not the latter. As I fished in drawer for a potholder last night, I scraped the middle finger of my right hand upside a pretty damn sharp knife. Not pretty. And the Nuskin is not keeping it together well enough that we can call it intact, but I am rather high on the fumes so I suppose it's all good.