Over the weekend, I was treated to a sensation that was not unlike an ice pick jabbing my skull via my right eye-socket.  One trip to the doc later, and I learn that I managed to give myself a corneal abrasion.

As I do nothing in the way of woodworking or any other small particle spewing activity, I can only assume that I poked myself in the eye while sleeping and having a dream about being in a fight with the Three Stooges.

Anyhow, I always liked this version of the song too.

Be Cool,

TS