I've been playing my bass a bit today, and it's been a harsh reminder of getting cut in chemistry lab on Thursday. I got stabbed in the tip of my left middle finger with a shard of glass from a beaker containing potassium iodide. So hopefully the tip of my finger won't rot and fall off. It wasn't a big piece of glass (although even the smallest glass cuts can be deceptively painful), and I had all but forgotten about it until I picked up my bass. Everything was fine until I started playing Feel Good, Inc. by the Gorillaz. That twelve fret slide on the E-string was a violent realization that things have, in fact, not completely healed just yet.