January, 2005: Saturday the 9th at 8:26 P.M
Not much of anything happened today. Alisa put a chair away, and made my brothers puzzles fall from the cabinet, and it fell all over, so i had to clean it up. I had to basicaly crawl behind the wall unit, and get scrached up to get the puzzle peaices. Not so much fun, she was "upset" because "I" had lost two peices. I thought she knocked them down, how is that my doing? Im blamed for everything. Such as life. Hell, It could be worse.
I was doing fine with cutting, untill today. I was drying a knife with a thin cloth and this knife was hudge. Basically what happened is that I clean of the blad by folding the cloth over it and pulling the knife down it. Well, I placed to much presure, and it cut me a little. This was not intenonlly, and I did not bleed, but the pain was good. I can never explain why, but why do I have to. Now I'm thinking of cutting, but- I wont I'm doing too well to fuck up now.