  I am wounded. I burnt my hand on the fricken oven the other day, blisters grew and exploded within seconds, and it looks ugly. I reacted very irrationally; I almost punched said offending oven, thank God I pulled back, I can just imagine how much THAT would have hurt. Today, I splashed my other hand with oil, then almost squished it in the window when it slammed shut.
I swear that store is trying to get me. Other than the homicidal urges the store has for me; i really love work. Pizza making is an excellent, satisfying activity, and I enjoy watching myself improve in the Art. However, I'm definitely making more mistakes, burning pizzas to carbon, and injuring myself. Saw x-men 2...ooooohh yeah. Matrix is coming up, the interesting-looking League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Hulk, aah, sweet action. I wish i had something stunning to impart, or at least an amusing story of some kind, but I got nothin'. Nothing. Not much for the social interaction since I became a vampire pizza cook. Even the grocery shopping happens at 1am or so. May 6 is the aniversary of the Picts' sacking of Rome, and my parents' wedding. Coincidence? 
