What Lies Beneath

What you don't see was pretty, if you like a nice deep red.

Okay, so the photo's a little awkward, and, no, my forefinger doesn't glow like the dead kid at the end of "Color of Paradise" (or ET, for those of you less familiar with Iranian film), but I wasn't quite with-it enough to take cellphone photos of my Weekend Adventure before the campus nurse taped my hand back together and then wrapped me in miles of gauze and sent me home to avoid water and movement for three days.

Opening a pop-top can of catfood, that's how.

Not on my to-do list for the weekend, but could've been lots worse. She said it was "borderline needs sutures" but saw the fear in my eyes and declined to send me to the ER.