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Alright, I'm not doing dishes. No, strike that, I'm not washing glasses. I always end up cutting myself. The latest is a nice gash on my pinkie. No bone showing, though, so I don't think it needs stitches, it's just bleeding like a motherfucker. This always happens to me. Damn it, I was so close to finishing the dishes too. There were only about three out of 21 glasses left to wash and a pot. Bah, I'm watching Shaun of the Dead. No way around it now.