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Someone took my mug; the one that I use for my hot cereal or tea. I brought it in to work myself, which is why I'm irritated about it. I know it's not a big deal, but it was annoying to have nothing to make my Cream of Wheat in this morning. I hope someone returns it to the kitchen area.

Last night while making lunch for today and a snack before practice, I sliced through my pointer finger with the serrated bread knife. It wasn't deep or big enough to need stitches, but I did bleed all over the place, and it made finishing making my lunch difficult. I dripped blood on the piece of garlic bread I was going to eat, but I just cut off the affected bit, toasted it and ate it anyway. I was hungry, and headed out to practice so I needed to eat something. The only bandages I have are from Archie McPhee, so I've covered up my wound with tikis. I think it makes it more interesting.

mommacherry lent me her copy of The Dirt, the Motley Crue memoir. I couldn't get to sleep after skating, so I read the first few chapters and didn't want to stop. I knew that I'd be miserable this morning if I didn't though, so I dutifully but the book down and went to sleep. It's a fun book, and I'm looking forward to reading it more.

I can't believe that it's only Thursday. This week seems interminable.