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In doing yardwork today in an attempt to do ANYTHING that feels productive, I swung a shovel with a not-insignificant amount of force in an attempt to break something.
Of course, since it's 2020, nothing can go well.
Of course, since it's 2020, nothing can go well.
Before it even connected, the shovel exploded into 4 parts - the handle snapping off, the wood loudly cracking in two, and the head flying off.
When I looked down, I realized I had fucked up my hands in the process.
When I looked down, I realized I had fucked up my hands in the process.
My gloves were torn apart, and through them I saw I had fairly badly (not stitch-worthy, but *very* painful and pretty bloody,) sliced down the side of my right ring finger, got a few splinters in my left hand, and immediately had the ache in my palms that said "That'll bruise."
I dizzily bled my way inside, and got everything taken care of & cleaned up.
So, today's been fun.
This is why I don't go outside aside from walking/running. God punishes me every time I try.
So, today's been fun.
This is why I don't go outside aside from walking/running. God punishes me every time I try.
I hope all of you had a wonderful day today and are keeping yourselves sane in quarantine.
