Shit happens -- Unknown This is my finger on drugs. No vacation would be complete without a mishap and this one is no exception. I was making a key today at work and my index finger strayed into the cutting wheel. I had to get six stitches, a tetanus shot and some antibiotics. The finger is cut right down to bone, across the knuckle. The doctor says that my dream to become a hand model is dead. Life is so unfair. Since I am off work until next Friday, I won't catch any flack for it for a few days. I hope they fire me for gross safety violations or something. More likely, my poor store manager will suffer the wrath of the owners for having a careless doofus like me on the payroll. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky