See, the thing is…I might be knocked off by God before I can write just one more post about my personal minutia of living in New York City.  I’m sure that the fours of you who are reading this must be wondering why I’m being so morbid in this post, but I have evidence, just take a look at my ring finger. 

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See that giant darkened blackish/purplish roundish spot on the top knuckle of my ring finger?  Trust me when I say that it looks much darker in person than it does in that photo.

Well it’s there, I don’t know what it is, and it all of a sudden happened as I was changing out of my work clothes and into my man of the night evening wear just a few moments ago. 

At first my finger just hurt in a sharp pain as if something bit me, and yet I doubt anything bit me as I went to take off my shirt.  The only possibility of something taking a bite out onmy finger is that my belly button grew sharp teeth, attacked my finger tip, and then allowed all evidence of teeth to disappear before I could take a look under my shirt.  Now the spot on the finger just hurts if I put pressure on it.  It’s also slightly swollen and warm on that spot. 

Here’s another look via profile of my finger.  I’m hoping to allow you, the play at home doctor to try and diagnose whatever you think this is.

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Do you see that second lump from the right on the finger tip?  The one that looks like the belly of a sperm whale?  It has never been there before.

If you never hear from me again, know that I loved the Cheese, my cat, gardening, romantic comedies, and most of all pig because they are the one that make bacon.  My only last requests are that you all try to save yourselves from attacking belly buttons, take up gardening or plant a tree (all of you), and that I be cremated with a large order of pork fried rice - so that my soul has food to live on for eternity.

Thank you for all reading, and I look forward to hopefully being here to take you into the world of my personal neurosis sometime in the future.  Let’s just all cross our fingers and hope that this spot on my finger is nothing more than the soot marks of someone burning my hand via a voodoo doll.