An odd thing happened today:

I painted a window earlier this week, but then realized that I had basically painted the window shut - effectively making it a wall with glass in it. So today, in an attempt to once again open the window, I pushed and shoved, punched and threw my weight up against the window, trying desperately to once again make the window, well, a window.

I had moved it up about 2mm when suddenly I found my hand on the other side of the window. Right before my life began draining out of me in a rapid vermilion torrent, I thought,

"Damn, they should have the windows in the Monastery shatter. That'd be rather... neat."

And then I bled everywhere as I looked for a first aid kit that apparently does not exist in my abode. So I ran to my neighbor's house, asking if I could get some gauze. Lo and behold!, they don't have one either. However, they did have some Carefree Maxipads, and so I took one of those and kept it secured via a massive butterfly bandage.

As the pad absorbed my blood, I vaguely recalled watching countless commercials detailing how well these pads absorb moisture. Most people don't experience PMS of their hand, but meh...


But I must say, theres nothing more priceless than greeting my girl with a bloodied Maxipad strapped to my hand, complete with blood dribbling down my arm and being flicked every which way as I wave.