Hee hee. That’s what my sister suggested we call me now. I like it. Like Jacob two two. Or something. Anyway it’s not too bad eh? I know I went on and on about wanting a scar and I DO – but a wound is another matter. I was surprised at how self-conscious I was going out in public. I’m sure rejoining society in general after being holed up in a hospital for a week had something to do with it but I actually wore a turtleneck yesterday. A TURTLENECK! And it was beautiful out. Sigh. Ah well. Later in the evening I went out in a pretty low cut top to make up for it. And until the cashier at Rabba glanced down at Milo’s exit wound I forgot about it entirely. That’s progress baby.