Okay, so Dad cut his finger on a bagel which means that we’re in the E.R. in New Jersey…

Okay, so Dad cut his finger on a bagel at my birthday brunch with my grandparents (it’s my Birthday today…28 years old!) and it hasn’t stopped bleeding yet (at the time of this post, I’m sitting in an ER in New Jersey with my parents, having cut our brunch short due to his bleeding). I’m working on a paper for class at the moment (or at least, doing the research for it – I’ll put it all together tonight, for final review and submittal tomorrow evening). I may have to scavenger for food in a few minutes though, since I’m getting hungry. I’ve offered to just cauterize it with a lighter and a paper clip – but, shockingly – he hasn’t taken me up on the offer.

doot doot doot…hunger is interfering with my ability to write…so back to reading…and then foraging for food.