If A Forgetful Serial Killer Lost A Toenail And Got Postcards

(an overly dramatic Frankenberry broken lost toenail story)

Had a broken toenail (stubbed right foot, on a heavy box, not that that matters or maybe it does, I’m not sure) that was slowly growing out when I noticed underneath my PC desk, blood, pooling. A good bit actually and a now wet red sock that was staining the plastic runner for wheels underneath my feet and even the rug around it. Apparently, that toenail or trophy, don’t ask me, I couldn’t tell ya, was done waaay before I thought it might be with socked blood footprints leaving a trail that I’m usually much better at I think.

After a few pointed, spirited exclamations I wondered, should I just buy a new rug? But that would require sooooo much work, and a few bucks at that discount “everything” store for a new one, move the desk and all the stuff off the top of it, the recent heavier steamer trunk next to it as well, that had a small cat tower for weight (even more with a chunky cat, cat #1, just calling her cat #1 is the best I can do, on it, napping, no one would think to look under a napping cat right?) into temporary boxes for the moving stuff (do I even have any empty boxes, any more of them, the ones I had gotten at the grocery store were all full and loaded and iced), shush cat #2 off my lap and try to stop her from nosing, grab the PC and lamps and knick-knacks and post-its that are important reminders of something I wrote on them, stuck to the PC screen in some cases, when a need post-its arose and turned its head, or should just I try to clean it?

But blood is so difficult and I forget the last time I had to do this. They were a nice couple I think, but too self-enamored and obsessed with temporary things, and she took a lot of pictures with pursy lips, and I don’t really know who might have missed them, really, well I do, but news eventually fades (I’ll have to look for the clippings I’m sure I kept and pinned) but then I thought to do the google of cleaning possibilities instead, again, I can never remember, but then I realized, again, searching how to clean blood stains out of a rug might raise a red flag or two.

They’re always watching ya know … the “they?” You know them right, help me out if so. I’m at a loss if alone.

But I’m a bit stuck now and my socks are unmatched with one former sticky red one tossed aside leaving one breezy naked foot. It’s kind of uncomfortable.

But the unexpected postcard was nice, and is somewhere around here I think. I’m sure I pinned it. It was from from Stockholm, if I remember correctly, a pretty picture, and all it said was “Thank you, don’t wish you were here though wish you were here”.

Now, where are those band-aids and those super absorbent ropes, wait … flash … I remember! I think they are next to the power tools and med equipment.