Not the unbearable kind. Only the ones that make me wonder if I'm doing the wrong things at the right times.
Amongst other injuries for today, I gashed my hand for the first time cleaning my beloved santoku. The small cut on my left thumb has long since stopped bleeding, but it's in such an in opportune place that I wonder if it was to be a sign that today would be less than pleasant. It's not even so much a big cut as one that is ever so likely to have the salt and other irritating liquids find seepage into. The other injury to note is that I have a burn on my right pinky finger. I was refilling the tea pot with hot water when the lid from the kettle inopportunely fell upon my hand causing very minor burning.
And though it is most unpleasant, I have already ignored the pain and have moved on to other more pressing concerns but that isn't to much of an issue at the present. Like the fact that I need to get out of here. Like seriously. This place isn't good for my health.
Every day I stay here realize that I'm hurting more and more. It's not a physical pain. It's a mental one. I sit here with my hands next to bandaged. I'm spinning at the moment.
Oh yeah parents invited some people over. Nice enough people.
And yes I had to put up a facade. and my head hurts from downing 3 glasses of wine in quick succession. Considering it's not that much alcohol, I should be fine BUT I'm not ;P I'm rather floating at the moment and I'm not feeling all that great. A side effect of all of the booze undoubtedly. Oh god I'm looping again aren't I?
No I'm not drunk. Far from it. I'm still consciously typing up this blog post aren't I?
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