Left forefinger – bur cut.
Not just any old bur, but the sharpest bur in the box bur.
Middle finger – sanding disc cut.
Yep the edge of the disc managed to slice open the side of my finger at full speed ahead – which kind of hurt.
And it had to be the coarse disc didn’t it…
Right forefinger – water bottle cut.
Who slices their finger open on the cap of a plastic water bottle!
They’re all wrong. Too much water is obviously hazardous to your health.
I haven’t cut so many of my fingers at one time – ever, and all of them are really sore and needed Band-Aid attention.
Previous to that, in this same week, I suffered a scalpel blade cut and yesterday a chain swipe around a thumb as I was happily buffing away.
Don’t do that.
Buffing chains is not cool and can kill you.
I just like to live on the edge.
I blame it on Mary Shelly as listening to Frankenstein had seemingly lured me into a deep hypnotic state from which I obviously couldn’t wake up from in time to prevent these bodily dangers.
Darn you Mary Shelly.
Or was it the narrator?
Probably more likely.
What can I say except that Victor Frankenstein is a complete weeny and is frankly getting on my nerves a little bit. He needs a quick kick up the you know where so that he can just buck up and stop going on and on about how tormented he is all the time.
Such a drama queen.
And that wretch the Monster. Good grief. He learned an awfully excellent vocabulary in the short time he’d been exposed to the German mother tongue and showed an extremely enlightened compassionate side to all fellow creatures for one so primitive.
I almost kind of liked him.
Until, of course, someone ticked him right off and he threw all decency out of the window in one hell of a toddler temper tantrum and decided to kill anyone who he decided had done him wrong.
No hello, no how you doing, no nothing.
Just straight in for the kill.
Talk about bi-polar.
Now don’t get me wrong I am enjoying it, but Dr Frankenstein’s final telling of his story as he searches once again for his offspring, this time hopefully to put an end to it all, is getting just a little mind numbing.
Dum dum dum…
Here are my newbies.
For all his woe is me drivel I have to admit that Frankenstein seems to have definitely steered my designs toward a new path. Now, if only I can keep all of my fingers intact I might be on to something…