my 2nd post about bloody noses

so the most productive thing i've done today was floss my bottom teeth. i couldn't quite muster the effort to finish the entire mouth. i woke up at 12:30p.m. today with the following thoughts in sequential order:

"holy shit, what time is it??!"

"i missed my 9am meeting. fuck! i gotta call work."

(putting on my glasses and noticing the bed) "why does it look like i massacred a baby last night?!"

turns out my nose had bled really badly not just once but 3x. i vaguely remember taking my shirt off in the middle of the night to stuff it up my nose because i was too tired to walk to the bathroom. in the daylight, it looked like swaddling clothes someone had been murdered in. it wasn't just the rusty stains of blood - that's pretty normal - but there were like nasty blackred chunks of my brain in there too i swear it. calling in sick afforded me the chance to finish my laundry so i can pack tonight instead of the usual frantic clothes tornado i summon at the last minute before an extended trip. but as mizwicki says, "if you wait until the last minute, then it only takes a minute!"