Like a rock.

I was walking from the bus station to the mall, when I got a rock stuck on the bottom of my flip flops. Tried scratching it off on the pavement which did not work, and since it was big so I could see it nicely, I tried pushing it off with my finger.

It peeled off nicely, only it wasn’t a rock but a glass shard, and it was now stuck deep in my finger. I was flopping my arm around which would have resembled something akin to a fish on dry land doing the death dance, but the damn shard was jammed in deep.

So then in panic I reached with my other finger, and in desperation tried flicking it off again. This resulted in another punctured finger and the end of the story – I blacked out after that.

If anyone knows where I am right now or how I got here, please tell me. All I know is that it’s cold, dark, and the keyboard has sticky red stuff all over it. Also, it kinda stinks here.

Posted in Life at September 9th, 2010. No Comments.