I was cutting a piece of duct tape from the carpet of my old apartment last night when I slipped and cut my wrist.  It wasn’t bleeding very bad, but it was deep enough where I knew I should go to the hospital.  I went to an after-hours hospital that was close by.  My roommate, Joseph, drove me.  So I fill out a form and a doctor’s assistant gets me situated.  She was the cutest little redhead.

The doctor comes in, takes a look at it, and makes sure I didn’t hit anything important.  He then says it looks fine and stitches it up.  So he leaves and the doctor’s assistant comes back to clean me up and bandage my 3 brand new stitches.  So we get to talking and I ask her for her number.  To which she replies “I’m married.”  Dumbfounded, I asked how old she was.  Eighteen was her response.  Tomorrow I have to get it checked out.  Luckily, that big steel bird will take me home tomorrow night.

TODO List: Pay internet bill, Change of Address with bank, Change of Address with post office, laundry, pack suitcases, and leadership paper.