I'm in throbbing pain, I can't sleep, and it's time to whine.
I sliced the living piss out of my right ring finger tonight on a particularly surly piece of rogue glass, formerly incorporated into a wine glass, while cleaning the kitchen. It was hiding behind the dish rack, lying in wait, poised to pounce on anyone daring to approach its territory with a domestuffs-soaked sponge. After mauling that finger and creating a bloody mess it then leapt up and cut my thumb, drawing more blood. By the time it got around to attacking my middle finger it was all tuckered out and only shaved my fingertip. I managed to wrangle it into a corner, and in a fabulously deft maneuver I blinded it with my own blood and herded the little fucker into the trash. I'm sure it's busy shredding its way through the bag as we speak and making its way to the bedroom, the uppity little bastard.
Note to self: broken wine glasses, like wolverines, don't make good pets.
Posted by eric at May 4, 2005 08:17 AM