Today I lifted over fivehundred poundls helping my uncle move his stuff to his new house. Sometime during all that, I was moving a tire which had the copper wiring poking through the rubber. I lost control of the tire and I had cut myself. It cut me deep on my middle finger, pointer finger and ring finger. It poked my thumb and pinky. I bled a little, sucking every sweet rich drop of blood from my cut. I washed it off, asked my sister if I should be worried, and it would only be bad if had been over ten years since I got my last tetanus(?) shot. Luckily, I got it again like two weeks ago, so I'm good.
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Summer Journal #1 (COMPLETE)
RandomI decided that I should write a summer journal to keep me sane, so here you guys go! Be ready to be triggered.
