Tuesday, October 16, 2007

For those in peril near a can opener

This morning, I sliced my finger open on the edge of an open can lid. Thought to myself, "I can totally handle this. Just keep chopping, and all will be well."

No dice. Had to lie on the floor of my kitchen while all the blood in my head rushed to the fingers on my left hand. Luckily, there is a rather comfortable throw rug there. And my kitty, who understands these spells, came to sit with me for a little while.

I am wondering if hypnotherapy/some sort of anti-psychotics could help me. I would be a Very Bad Vampire, kinda like this guy. Yech.

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