Man, I'm cursed. I think my saw is haunted by the soul of a mass murderer. And this makes my previous accidents look like a walk in the park. I swear I hit the bone with this one. I'm suprised there wasn't gore left on the blade. It's bleeding through the bandaid right at this minute. What would I do if I couldn't blog about this? Cry probably, and have a beer.
Ick:

And I had some woman want to return her perfectly beautiful custom order rings this morning.
Anyone want to buy these?:

It's been a bad day all around. At least Gunter hasn't bit me.