My housemates are "food people." I.e. they have lots of rare spices on the top shelf of the cabinet and lots of cool kitchen utensils. Like teflon pans and sharp knives. Now, I wasn't allowed to own a pocket knife until several years after my little brother (although he, fittingly enough, was the one who almost cut his toe off with a machete. Our knives at home are so dull you have to literally saw with them.
So what do I do with an arsenal of sharp knives and a busy schedule? Yes, I have knicked the fingers on my left hand, rather badly, three times this week. Typing is extremely painful, but as a devotee of pain, I continue to post frivolous blogs and type 8-page papers.
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