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I had a bit of unexpected (and unwanted) excitement yesterday. I cut two fingers on the blade of the paper cutter at work. I had to go to the emergency room where I waited for over an hour reading American Psycho as I held a piece of bloody gauze over my wounds. I ended up having to get three stitches on the little finger of my right hand as well as a tetanus shot. Dear me. It hurts pretty bad today but nothing I can’t handle.

This afternoon I got a call that the receptionist who works my shift 4 days a week quit so starting next week I’ll be working four days a week rather than three, which will be nice. It will give me a bit of extra $$$$ (which I need as I impulse bought the complete works on Bret Easton Ellis on my credit card) but I’ll still have enough time off to run errands for my grandmother and take care of stuff around the house.



Jul. 31st, 2010 04:33 pm (UTC)

I tried reading American Psycho back when I was a freshmen in college (1990 or 1991) and it freaked me the hell out. I was too disgusted to finish it. During the many years since I've gone through periods where I've subjected myself to the most extreme violent movies I can find so I'll see if I'm any better at handling the gore.

It's hard to disassociate douche bag ex's from the things they like. My ex introduced me to Nick Cave's music and I really had to struggle to get to the point where I could listen to it again without associating it with him.