Blood, blood, gore, death!

So... at work today, I sliced my finger open on a BroDart (what we wrap hardcover book jackets in to protect them, which was actually a Gaylord, because the BroDart brand ran out. But we call them BroDarts anyway. Anyone wonder why? I digress. Back to my finger.). Fourth finger on my right had. Right into the cuticle. Barely felt the cut, save for that... you know, that grating scrape of paper moving easily through my flesh. And it bleeds. Like a motherfucker. Straight through one bandaid, soaking the pad and leaking out through those little holes in the plastic. Took me a while to tame the thing, but it doesn't hurt yet... (it will later. You all know how cuticles are). So. Between my two hands, I have two bandaits (The other on the fourth finger of my left hand, from where I gouged half of my knuckle off trying to get my license plate off my bumper). Battle wounds! Lets see how many more I can aquire before the week's out.