So I have this really annoying Band-Aid on my finger...

and I can't do a blessed thing without mucking it up or having it get in the way of whatever I'm trying to do.

Fascinating, right? I know.

I moved back into my dorm today, and this stupid bandage creates immense problems in the natural process of unpacking and rearranging my possessions. And that's in addition to the showering, shampooing, lotioning, hair-gelling and dressing that I have to do anyway.

But if I take it off, I bleed on everything.

Since there is no one at school for me to gripe to yet, I'll have to make do with a shout out on my unassuming nook of the blogosphere.

Thank you for your time.