I gave my apartment a makeover this weekend. The new addition to the apartment comes in the form of a big black table that is a tad to big for my already cramped living room. Julian and Hui Chin call it the v.i.r.g.i.n sacrificial table.
About an hour ago, I realized that the table was a little crooked and opted to move it by myself. I kinda dragged the darn thing over my foot when my arms lost strength and dipped for a split second. The cut was pretty long and deep. It's really odd how you sometimes cut yourself so deep but there isn't any blood for the first 15 seconds. And you just stare at the injury awaiting the inevitable.
After the incident, I just looked at the gash and said, "Okay, I know you're going to bleed like a mofo. Just hurry it up will ya. Some of us have things to do here." And then all of a sudden it just pours out and I go, "Oh, shit!," as I desperately snatch at every piece of absorbent material within my reach to try and plug the leak.
About an hour ago, I realized that the table was a little crooked and opted to move it by myself. I kinda dragged the darn thing over my foot when my arms lost strength and dipped for a split second. The cut was pretty long and deep. It's really odd how you sometimes cut yourself so deep but there isn't any blood for the first 15 seconds. And you just stare at the injury awaiting the inevitable.
After the incident, I just looked at the gash and said, "Okay, I know you're going to bleed like a mofo. Just hurry it up will ya. Some of us have things to do here." And then all of a sudden it just pours out and I go, "Oh, shit!," as I desperately snatch at every piece of absorbent material within my reach to try and plug the leak.