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You know those days when you realise that you should have stayed at home like you joked about earlier? Those days when you should just go to bed, pull the cover over your head, surf on your smartphone all day and drink Red Bull. Well, that's what I would've done at least.

Today was apparently one of those days. I was in a good mood (all the glue is gone! oh, and I lied earlier, it was gone before, what I thought was glue was actually THE SCAR from stabbing myself), but my body didn't quite seem to catch up with me. You know when you squeeze your finger between two hard, heavy objects and it takes a second for them to release your finger and how much that friggin HURTS MOTHERFUCKER and your entire arm vibrates and is hard to use properly because you squished a nerv and you have to pretend like nothing happened because you're surrounded by co-workers?

And you know how much IT HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER to bang your knee cap, with the horizontal weight of your body moving, onto a small, circular sharp metal object and how it then hurts to walk for like an hour?

And then just before leaving for a break, you scratch your arm and it hurts but you don't think much about it until later on when there's a weird scratching on your wrist and you look down to see a blood stain on your arm totally covered in motor oil? I'm pretty sure MetalCo will be a integral part of ME somewhere in the near future.

And then! You shove your thumb straight into a solid, non-moving surface, with your thumb you know aligned with your arm so it doesn't bend or anything, it's just the joint that takes the hit and it hurts for like half an hour? And then when that pain stops, you squeeze your finger again. The same finger as before. And when that stops hurting, you do the exact same thing you did with your thumb, just with the index finger on the opposite hand.

And then! You take a wrong step to the side and happen to shove your entire fist into something hard and uneven, beating your knuckles red and making them hurt for a number of minutes. I can still feel it when I bend my fingers!

That was my day, in short. I probably won't have elaborate on the dino that totally messed it up for me (and our entire section, btw) for FOURTY minutes by just refusing to work, and/or, coming up with new and totally non-logical ways of displaying its dismay. Or the crappy, hastily store-bought lunch I had. Or the PMS-attack almost sending me into tears before I got distraced by the friggin dino. That was a good thing, I guess. I've laughed a lot anyways, because people are funny. A glass of coke and a turkey sammich will make everything better! *heads for kitchen*