Stitches

It's a funny expression, "to be in stitches." I'm not laughing, despite having five Steristrips on my left hand, helping a sort-of superglue called Dermabond to hold together the formerly gaping wound. Sort-of artificial stitches. They must not have had these the last time I had to get stitches (when I was about seven). I had never realized how dangerous soup cans can be...

In short, I've had better weekends.

(But on the bright side, an hour into my wait once I'd gotten bored of homework, I went through my wallet because I had nothing better to do, and discovered that I had a $10 Gap reward that was going to expire at midnight on October 31st! So I used it when I got home.)