Thank God I'm Fat

I somehow managed to stab myself with a seam ripper and not notice until the following morning. Seriously. If I were a thin girl I'm sure I would have bled to death (That's sarcasm. I think.).

I know you want to hear more. And before you ask, no, alcohol was not involved in any way.

Sunday night I decided to make my mother a cross stitch for Mother's Day. I like to cross stitch, but I like to stitch while watching TV or listening to a book on tape or something. In this instance I decided to....wait for it...watch an entire season of Buffy whilst stitching. I just bought myself a new seam ripper; the blade is only about an inch long and I had all of this stuff spread out all over my bed.

And what do I do? I fall asleep. In bed. Surrounded by needles and my seam ripper. When I awoke this morning I thought that my side felt really sore but it never actually occurred to me to look at my side, you know? I had my coffee and decided to do some stretches to work out the kinks and thats when I noticed that my white tee had a hole and a huge red spot on the side. Then I noticed that my actual flesh also had a matching hole. Then I notice that the seam ripper has blood all over it and I came to the only logical explanation: sometime during the night I impaled myself on the seam ripper. Who here can say that they've ever had a stab wound that they managed to sleep through?

What I am reading: Oh dear, absolutely nothing. For the first time in a long time.
What I am listening to: Carole King - Tapestry