The staple is left over from that time a car hit my head. There were two others. They came out shortly after I got a haircut and forgot to tell the woman cutting my hair about them.
Everyone always bugs me about getting the staple out, but I kind of like it there. It's fun to play with.
It was getting loose though, so much that the underside of the staple had turned over, and the staple was now sticking out of my head in a horn sort-of way.
This causes problems sometimes. Like last night. When I got stuck to my girlfriend's bed.
Ow, right? So I tried to disengage the staple from the sheet.
I needed help. Isn't she cute, taking pictures of this while helping me to me freedom?
Eventually, we gave up and just cut the damn sheet off my staple. Like smart people would have done from the start.
I was pleased that my head was finally free of the bedsheets AND I came out with my staple intact. But after that harrowing experience, I thought this sort of thing might happen again – and very soon. So, reluctantly, I pulled the staple out of my head.
