I don't really think the squirrels can be held accountable for their actions right now.

I guess this blog has been all about my recent physical misfortunes of late, and I didn't even tell you about how I cut myself shaving. On the bottle of shaving cream. (Fun story!) Then today, I had one of those tape guns, and of course it wasn't working the way that tape guns theoretically in some magic land work, where you just apply the tape and it feeds through the gun and then you tilt it up to cut it. No, it was basically a 3-lb tape dispenser, with an unfortunately-placed row of pointy little razors that I managed to sink into the pad of my thumb. Awesome. It isn't a day at work unless I'm bleeding from the hands.

Here's a picture of a sock that I've since frogged; the point of the picture is the light. That's sunlight. Weird.