Didn't she shoot you?

[valarltd]

So there I was, executing a very simple maneuver.
Suddenly, there's a sharp blow to my forehead, a jab at my larnyx, and I'm being garrotted!

I wrestle the spring-steel book-end off my throat, feeling a bit foolish, and hang it back under the shelf where it belongs.

I move the shelf. As I get it into place, I hear a "scrrrrrraape." It's my arm. I'm now missing skin.

I wrangle another killer bookend and lose some more skin.

I move a bunch of books. As I start moving the plastic binders, I hear the sound of--you guessed it--skin parting on the sharp plastic edge.

I just sit in a corner of the library and bleed in peace for a while, and wish for a nice, safe job, like alligator wrestling.


After yesterday and today, I made that Firefly icon.