Saving face.

My bachelor holiday was rudely interrupted by surgery this morning, the excision of the sneaky little melanoma that decided to set up shop on my left cheek.

Quite a bit more cutting and sewing than normal. 81 stitches by the time my dermo was finished. The chicks are gonna dig this scar, let me tell you.

I had all these big plans to come home and crank out some words, because I’m a hard nut. Or maybe just a nut.

But I took a few pain killers and fell asleep instead.

Oh well, maybe tomorrow.