Over the weekend, I had a total Black Swan moment where I accidentally and absent-mindedly scratched my hand on a piece of pointy wire. But it was backstage, so it was dark, and it didn’t sting, so I didn’t realize until a few seconds later that there some some smeary blood on my palm. I excused myself to the first aid kit and patched myself up, but I still have 4 very thin, very shallow cuts in my hand that I don’t really remember making.
So now whenever I look at it, I sing myself the Black Swan theme.
This is me:
The Cameraphone Diaries 