There's no worse place for a deep cut. I got it at work on Thursday and it keeps opening up and bleeding again every time I do something without remembering that my finger hurts.
In about 30 minutes I'm going to drive into Phoenix to meet my friend Christine at a frozen yogurt place by my office. I've eaten there before a couple of times with coworkers so I'm hoping I can find it without GPS...I'll probably still get lost. I wish I had better directional skills. I have none, to be honest. If anything, I have a compass that's constantly flipping around and making me think I'm going the right way when I'm always turned in the wrong direction. Whenever I move somewhere new I eventually learn enough of the streets to make my deficiency manageable, then we move again.
I should stop torturing my finger on this blog post and finish up a little more of the story before I have to go.