fatvegan

I cut three fingers on my left hand today, in two separate cutting incidents. Both the glass hidden in the garden bed and the bread knife gave me a good slice. I was shocked when I cut myself the second time, because I can't remember the last time I cut myself even once in a day. But I was comforted by the realisation thay the observations weren't independent. I cut myself with the bread knife because I was only holding the sour dough with my three good fingers - which then dropped to two.