i love this irony:

Current Mood/Status: see below
Currently Doing: chilling, or something.
Song of the Day: anything by Polysics, really. so...let's go with Making Sense, because it's one of the few titles that i remember off the top of my head.

so...earlier today, i put up the away message

bloody yardwork.
but i have a cell!
(765)350-0131

...and then i go out and cut my left index finger with our electric hedge trimmers and head over to the er. when i got back and saw what i'd left as my away message, i laughed *hard*. ^_^

but seriously, i'm a lot more upset about the finger than i am worried or anything--after all, it means no extreme physical exertion (ultimate, working out, ddr, etc.) and very shoddy typing abilities. ugh...so what am i to do until cross camp? i figure i'll be well enough to run by then. i assume i hit no bone, what with easily bearable pain--well, well within the range of managability.

but it was great. and i laughed. hard.