occam's butter knife

somehow, i got a scratch on my nose. normally i forgive myself for not remembering the origin of bruises and scrapes when I do notice them, but this one is different. The nose is perfectly situated for identifying any type of incident. it is uniquely located between the ears for sound i.d., right under the eyes for sight i.d., and really close to itself for smell i.d. Nothing should ever happen to the nose without full knowledge. but there it is, a scratch of unknown origin. it must have happened in my sleep. mystery solved. i wish it were more interesting. like, sure, maybe it happened in my sleep, but done as a warning scratch by Somalian pirates who snuck into my bedroom while I slept, gave me the scratch and then will send me an email threatening to make it a full blown cut if i do not give them gems and precious metals and a parrot. Or, maybe it is the first signs of a flesh eating virus that starts as a harmless looking scratch and proceeds to rot out my skull pot, slowly, painfully, and as it happens, my blog gets progressively annoying and poorly written. uh oh.