They all said I'd have a scar. My classmates with EMT training. The nurses. The doctor.
IN YOUR FACE, DOUBTERS! MY SUPERPOWERS REIGN SUPREME!
Yeah, that's right. Stitches are gone. No scar.
I gloat only 'cause I got hit with bad news the same day I got my stitches out. I can't wear contact lenses for a few weeks which means:
* No peripheral vision
* Greater likelihood of damage to face/glasses in class
* Inability to wear proper eye protection to stave off fluorescent light-induced headaches.
That last point is the biggie to me. As I type this, it feels like gnomes are drilling through my eye sockets to root out the last of my grey matter.
Little bastards.
When an Anime Can’t Quite Live Up to Its Incredible Trailer
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A fleeting glimpse of 'Origin: Spirits of the Past' had no business being a
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