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AH!

My Scotch tape dispenser decided to leave me with a little something, something. A mémoire, perhaps.

I now have a 1.1cm (yes, I measured) deep cut on my right third finger. It keeps spewing out blood and my finger is very swollen. My finger is so freaking fat! How am I going to bath? I know I sound like a puteri lilin, but the whole world knows that cuts or bruises hurt (a little or a lot) when they are in contact with water. Moreover, I am talking about my finger - a physical part of myself that I use 27 hours a day. (Sarcasm not intended. Seriously.)

Ok, sorry. I have got to stop fussing.

But my Scotch tape dispenser is still a murderer.

Note: the photo was taken when I first got the cut. So it is "fresh" looking and (doh) does not tally with what I formerly described.
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