worker's comp!

I just stapled myself. My stapler was broken, and in attempting to fix it, I sunk one of those tiny, metal, paper-affixing spears right into the (then) happy flesh of my gloriously opposable thumb. I am now sporting two perfectly symmetrical wounds, like I've been bitten my some digit-obsessed vampire. Or Bunnicula.

My stapler? Still broken. And laughing at me, the fuck.