fucking ouch
cut my finger at school today. needed five stitches, really fucking hurts and makes it almost impossible to type or do a whole lot of other things without bumping it. good thing the kids were at lunch, cuz i sceamed quite a few choice obscenities. i think the kids across the hall might have heard, but since they're bd, i don't think it even phased them.
important lesson learned:
washing dishes = blood, pain, stitches and more pain
was thinking about stretching it out to all cleaning, but could be pushing it. am also thinking that i could use post traumatic stress to never have to do dishes again. maybe i could incur a fear of doing dishes...just tried to find a phobia. doesn't exist, but that doesn't mean i couldn't use it...all of my big phobias don't have real names anyway.....