I have bruises all over myself. While I wish I could say they're from something interesting, they're from me being a klutz. I ran into one of the mixing bowls at work going full-speed walt. Do you see the two pieces of metal that stick out on the right hand side? Straight into the thigh. Holy fuck that hurt. I know that there's nothing to gauge size against in this picture, so imagine that it's 100 pounds. And with my (approximately)5'6" wing span, I can't get my arms all the way around the bowl. Yowch!
The bruises on my shoulders and arms are all also somehow work related. If someone were to take a look at me, they might think I'm abused because of all the burns and cuts and bruises on me. Haha. It comes with the territory, they tell me. (Though I also hear that you get better about not burning yourself.)
I had things I wanted to write about today, but right now, all I can think of is how badly I want a nap.
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