Gah. Last night, it was the middle of the night and I was clocking in early, I decided I was thirsty. I'm still a little tipsy from not sleeping much lately, so my hands were a little shaky.
I was lying down, and put the water to my lips when it all spilt out, leaving me choking and all wet, along with a wet spot on the pillow that had soaked through to the whole entire bed, so I ended up sleeping in a cold wet bed with the window open and the screens pulled back.
I woke up this morning and I have a really bad head cold. Serves me right, huh? Being too lazy to shut the window or change my sheets.
As a result of my fatigue and headache, my hands were still a little trembly. My throat hurt, and yada yada yada. I wanted to get some bread, but instead I was craving an orange. Random, right? An orange. The acid helps your throat.
I took out an extremely sharp butter knife - of which is the definition of cliche - and began cutting it, but I was holding it in midair, and the knife went through and sliced through my finger. Not much blood, but you know how adrenaline is.
It rushes through you, and it feels like your heart is in four places: Your head, the wound that doesn't exactly hurt, your chest duh, and you neck. The neck and the wound one are the most uncomfortable.
Mostly the wound though, because that is the signal for the blood pulsing out of it. Just like the canopener incident, only this one isn't as bad.
What is with me and slicing my fingers open? Is it some sort of curse??
But this adrenaline rush was kind of good... in a way... sweatdrop In an unexplainable and very random and unexpected way, that is.
 Tilly_Witch · Tue Jul 17, 2007 @ 09:16pm · 0 Comments |
