So yesterday my parent's were making me help move a whole crappload of old wood from the siding of our house, and...omg I stepped on a nail! It wasn't very painfull, but I fealt it go through my shoe, I thought it just poked me. But when I took my shoe off I saw blood.
Luckly it only poked a little hole and the nail didn't go that deep, and I bandaged it up right away so it didn't get infected and have to go to the doctors. I say that it's awesome, because...well it got me out of working a bit. But really it's because I have a theory that every single person is going to have to step on a nail at some point in there lives...I was dreading it, but now I have it done and over with.
But It's kinda creepy because I woke up that morning and had the srongest feeling that I was either gonna get skewered by a sharp peice of wood, or step on a nail.
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