The fun just doesn't stop here in apartment B30. Last night I was doing dishes in preperation for driving up to Libertyville, when I suddenly dropped a soap covered pint glass on the edge of the sink. Instinctively/reflexively/stupidly I reached for it in attempt to catch it before it broke, but gravity won out, and all I ended up doing was driving my left hand into a pile of broken glass. Fortunately all that really happened was an impressively deep laceration on my left ring finger that went more or less to the bone. It was kind of gross, and there was no small amount of blood.

I ended up with six stitches, and hopefully it'll be a pretty sweet scar.


Happy Turkey Break everyone.