Public Service Announcement: No matter how dull a kitchen knife may appear when applied against onions, it will still be sharp enough to take a wedge out of your thumb.
That should teach me not to cut onions when I'm annoyed.
Well, it's just a small wedge. Not worth fussing about, just damn inconvenient because I haven't yet cut the chilis and that's going to be a whole lot of fun now.
But you can interpret it as retribution, if you so desire.
When my brother told me this afternoon that he'd reserved tickets for the midnight showing, and I would come along, wouldn't I, and bring my towel, I was happy. Although I wouldn't be there when Jörg came home, and although that meant no training because I cannot do stuff for university while I'm in the cinema, obviously.
Well. I'm terribly sorry I didn't tell you beforehand, because I only got to know it this afternoon myself. I'm sorry my brother already ordered the tickets and planned me in but not anyone else who might have wanted to come along. I'm sorry I didn't make that abundantly clear so no one felt left out. I'm sorry, ok? Mea culpa.
Also, YES, I am actually at home, YES, I have fed the cat, YES, I have done grocery shopping, and YES, I am pretty positive I will find time for doing the dishes some time, too, though, alas, not NOW.
Fuck this. This was supposed to be a fun night, not a guilt trip.
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