Got the stitches out! Oddly, the stitches were covered with a regular old small Caucasian flesh colored band-aid, so they weren’t even noticeable. Now that the stitches are out, I look wounded.
One of my friends on that ubiquitous social networking site asked what I had learned from this. Other than to have the number for the administrative desk at Computerguy’s office programmed into my phone, I’m not sure. Was there something I was supposed to learn? Is there a Greater Lesson in everything? (If I was supposed to learn not to wear open shoes, well, never going to happen.)
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