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ruThings which tried to puncture me yesterday:
--A murderous side-tag in my shirt, which kept poking me incessantly, despite the fact that I've worn the shirt several times before and never had a problem with it. Dunno why it decided to turn on me.
--A rogue staple from a specimen cover. Not quite as distressing.
--Much more distressingly, something in my lunch, possibly an errant were-spice from my leftover pizza or a nonexistent seed from my supposedly seedless grapes, managed to stick itself into my soft palette. Not only was it, you know, painful, but upon discovering it, I had to supress the urge to run around the lunch area in a panic screaming "AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH! I'M BEING SPEARED FROM THE INSIDE OMG SAVE ME!!". Instead, since I couldn't get it out with my tongue, I sacrificed my dignity to blatantly stick my finger in my mouth and scrape it out that way. Oh yes, that was classy.
Strangely, the one thing I was totally expecting to puncture me was a clipping of Solanum quitoense, also known as "Bed of Nails" (for obvious reasons). Oddly, it didn't. Go figure.
Either way, there has been a lot of inanimate-objects-trying-to-turn-me-into-a-human-pincushion lately, including a honey locustharpoon spine and an errant piece of metal on a microscope. Why has the world been trying to impale me? Hm. That sounds like a line of Kada-style bad emo poetry. "Thorns and spears and spines and knives/Endlessly driving towards me/Why is the world trying to impale me?/I don't know, but I'll stab it right back" XD
--A murderous side-tag in my shirt, which kept poking me incessantly, despite the fact that I've worn the shirt several times before and never had a problem with it. Dunno why it decided to turn on me.
--A rogue staple from a specimen cover. Not quite as distressing.
--Much more distressingly, something in my lunch, possibly an errant were-spice from my leftover pizza or a nonexistent seed from my supposedly seedless grapes, managed to stick itself into my soft palette. Not only was it, you know, painful, but upon discovering it, I had to supress the urge to run around the lunch area in a panic screaming "AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH! I'M BEING SPEARED FROM THE INSIDE OMG SAVE ME!!". Instead, since I couldn't get it out with my tongue, I sacrificed my dignity to blatantly stick my finger in my mouth and scrape it out that way. Oh yes, that was classy.
Strangely, the one thing I was totally expecting to puncture me was a clipping of Solanum quitoense, also known as "Bed of Nails" (for obvious reasons). Oddly, it didn't. Go figure.
Either way, there has been a lot of inanimate-objects-trying-to-turn-me-into-a-human-pincushion lately, including a honey locust
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 01:14 am (UTC)