a small wound, on a hand.
given my inability to hold anything without starting to trow it around and juggle it it's strange that today was the second time one of the glasses at work just decided to explode in my hand.
My colleagues will have a hard time believing I didn't just drop it. I'm glad it's the kind of glass that shatters into a milion pieces, "none" of them sharp.
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