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.
