Ear Ring

I just spent the last 15 minutes with my head stuck to my matress. My fitted bed sheet pulled away rom the corners of the matress and left the sort-a rough blue fabric exposed.

Flashback!

On December 20th, 2004, RoomieJulie helped me put my ear rings in.
"Oh, Erik, you've got them in backwards."
"Are you sure?"
"Ya, let me take those out, I'll fix them."
"Okay... YOU'RE the girl, afterall. I'll trust ya."

Flashforward!

Never trust stoners. I had it right. But my ear rings are in backwards now thanks to Julie, and I have known this since the day after she put them in. I keep forgetting to have someone turn them around for me. I cannot do it myself, they're way too tight and I keep pulling through tissue. On the other hand, I get my head stuck to things all the time now because the hinge is on the outside, not protected safely behind my ear lobe. I'm sure I'd still get things stuck once and a while, but ohhhh myyyy goooodnesssss! I about pulled my ear off in my sleep tonight.

It bled.

Gently Sea-Salting my Wounds After Midnight at the Romanzof Half,
Mungo