| I worked today. I spend a lot of time working. Damn this whole "job" thing. Not something I want to have to get used to. So, yeah. I have a dangerous job?. And I don't mean the knives and the fire. Today I was hollowing out pumpkins and I stabbed myself with the spoon. It takes a special person to draw blood with a spoon. But I guess there wasn't really much doubt that I'm special. It's infected. I came to that conclusion when I looked at my hands, and my right index finger is about four times the size of my left index finger. And it sort of hurts and stuff. Yahoo for first aid. And just for you -- here's a picture of my hand. On a related note: It is very difficult to take a picture of both of your hands. Think about it... |
