One more cup of coffee

Not my day

"What's this man doing here?" "Bleeding, sir."  -- Beverly Hills Cop

This morning, as I hurriedly shaved, I managed to nick myself with the razor. 45 minutes later (part of that spent trying to hold the paper towel against my face while driving), I finally stopped dripping blood.

Tonight, as I was washing the dishes, a glass shattered while my hand was inside it, slashing my finger. At least that took only a few minutes to clot.

I decided to put off washing the sharp knives for a bit.