I had a fairly good day, today.  For once.  I had a meeting with the internship coordinator at the Vera House in Syracuse in the morning.  Then I went and met Tricia for coffee (I haven’t seen her in like forever…it was good!)

So I keep getting cuts on my hands.  Like, constantly.  I think my skin is revolting against me.  It has decided it doesn’t want to be a part of me.  Honestly, I think it’s because my hands are so insanely dry.

Seriously, is this what I’m posting about?  Maybe I need to learn the lesson of if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all.  Or, in this case, if I don’t have anything to say, don’t post?  Smart Patti.

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