I was painting today.
Somehow, I assume it was while attempting to unscrew a cap fused shut with dried oil paint, I managed to... I'm not actually sure what verb I want here... I've got a blister is the thing, but I don't know if I accumulated a blister, fostered the growth of a blister... I suppose developed a blister fits.
There's a blister on my hand, in the crook of my thumb (I'll let you try to figure out to where exactly I'm referring), or there was until I discovered it and then scratched the fuck out of it and picked at the flap of skin and was left with a tiny red hole in a fold of my palm that, if I move my thumb in any direction, burns like the devil.
The fucking devil.
