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So a few minutes ago I was picking up a good stack of submitted theses to go to the bindery, and happened to give myself a good puncture from a partially open staple from the thesis below's cover sheet. Being this was rather startlingly painful, I let out a good "Ow! Fuck!" at a good volume. >_> Greeeeat.

So Kelly and the chair of Collections Management came running, thinking I'd dumped a cart over on myself or some such. >_>; Other than them, I wonder who all on the first floor heard me. Building of concrete = good acoustics, unfortunately >_<

Ahahahaha, I are a dork-loser, yes! >< And this stupid little bandaid is annoying. Though perhaps I should leave it on until the drive home, as displaying it to others in traffic might prove amusing. Really.