Sunday, February 27, 2005
The waste disposal door at work cut from my right index finger a sizable chunk of flesh; the wound did not cease bleeding for several minutes. As it pained me not I continued dumping trash before I noticed blood on the bag I was holding- a gruesomely fascinating occurence. This more than compensates for the pan burn I incurred last week that I disdained for its refusal to boil adequately. Next week I hope to lose an appendage, preferably a toe.
I felt chipper as a rabid squirrel earlier, but I am currently contemplating an intake of Tylenol PM so that I may rise early tomorrow for to study suffixes in preparation for the terminology exam. After classes I must meet with Dr. Larmour, journey to some campus building to acquire direct deposit of my paycheck, and fill out a Missouri income tax form (an act I find noxious).
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 3:53 PM]