My sad index finger. Sliced and cut and pricked and punctured.
It is a small price to pay for a guaranteed passing grade on this project. I'm (finally) proud to say that (finally) the first half of this endeavor is (FINALLY) complete! NO MORE FATAL CARDBOARD CONSTRUCTING. Now, I just need to go over all the planes with the wire. This process doesn't require as much labor (or blood lost), but it is still just as dangerous. And time-consuming. Wire is sharp. A little piece got away and jumped at me just as I cut it, and now there is a scratch on my cheekbone. Soon enough, my face will match my hands!
I'm afraid that shortly after this semester, I will develop an irrational fear/disdain towards cardboard, fences, x-acto knives, and Spongebob band-aids. Or anything that merely even mentions the words: "three-dimensional", for that matter.
Fuck it. I want to learn sign language.
mkp.
