I cut myself shaving today, bad, directly under my nose. It was still bleeding when I got in the car; I drove down I-5 and through downtown holding a damned kleenex under my nose the whole trip. Tough to do in a stick shift.

The bleeding had about stopped by the time I got to the office, but I knew things probably weren’t pretty. I went into the bathroom to check out the damage: a patch of dried blood under my nose that looks remarkably like a Hitler mustache. Sweet. What’s most awesome though is that I still have it right now, an hour later. I’m afraid to wipe it off because it’ll start bleeding again, and I’m already a little woozy from all that blood loss. I’m keeping my office door closed today I think.