All I wanted to do was make some dinner. Some easy, simple, not from a box dinner.
That also involved using a knife.
|OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE|
And then I cut the tip off my finger. It’s my favorite finger.
I point with it.
It’s the finger I use to hold down the string when tying knots.
Being my left hand (I’m right handed) I also use it in certain situations when I’m unsure whether I’ll get it back or not.
It’s my nose-pickin’ finger too. Just sayin’.
On that note, using my right index finger feels a bit like what I’d imagine driving a car in England might feel like. Familiar territory, but upside down.
It also throbs. In a bad way.
It’s goddamn pizza night tomorrow.