So...what was I saying about razors? Oh, yeah. I shouldn't play with them.

I was just sitting at my computer, waiting for Ann to get offline again when for some reason which is still beyond my comprehension, I looked at my thumb. Now here I am, in front of last august's most gorgeous computing wonder (which now probably costs a fifth of what I paid for it) and I'm thumb gazing. What was so interesting about my thumb? It wasn't the CS projects that still aren't done, even though they're due tomorrow.

One to hand in, one to get an extension on.

But my thumb. My poor little pink thumb. I looked at it and there it was. The Thing Which Looked Like Cheese. It made sense, Kristen and I got a Craving and went to Grand Onion for nacho stuff. We slathered them with cheese, then ate them with our hands. So I stuck one short and neat fingernail under The Thing Which Looked Like Cheese to remove it from my person.

So I set back to my diligent procrastinating and changed the burnt out light bulb in my room which made it even more difficult to read than my old contacts which need to be replaced.

Inner Voice: Wear your glasses...
Self: No.
Inner Voice: Wear your glasses...
Self: No.
Inner Voice: Wear your glasses, and you shall see clearly...
Self: No, I won't. They're the same old prescription.
Inner Voice: Oh...

While changing the lightbulb I noticed my other hand stung a bit. I looked at it under the fresh bright light and gasped. I looked like I just finished thumb-wrestling Freddy! What the hell happened to me!

Um...I don't know. And I still don't know. I bandaged myself up and looked around for broken glass or something. I must massage books in my sleep because I didn't find anything. I asked Kristen, she suggested bugs. I don't want to consider that possibility. This happened once before and I never discovered what caused it. Maybe someone is bleeding me in my sleep. Bizarre vampires or something. Sigh...more suffering to endure.

:Þ