The First Cut Is The Deepest.

I hate tuna cans. At least those tuna cans that are sold here. The lid is deadly. Why can´t we have those paprey-like lids that I remember Italian cans have. I am not sure if they are made of paper, but they didn´t feel metal when I had an encounter with one. Why all this resentment? I´ll tell you.

I´m spending a weekend alone as my folks are making their last visit to our summer cottage. So, I decided to make some pizza. It all went fine until it was time to throw the tuna in. I opened the lid and the next thing I realised was that my finger was bleeding, really much. It´s funny how you react in a slipt second in a situation like that. Of course I ran to the sink to get the water clean the wound. Well, it was still very much bleeding when I started to think about a band-aid. None in the kitchen, so I had to make my way to the toilet. Wrapped the corner of the kitchen towel around the cut and took a few steps.

In the toilet I had to clean the cut again. The person who says Septidin doesn´t smart when you put it to the wound has never tried it. Because it does. Not that it did that much good. You know how much a wound on your finger can bleed, right? A lot. Then started the desperate search for a band-aid. Not a single one that would have fitted my finger without trimming. Yeah, there was what was left of a one meter on band aid, but I didn´t have scissors. Besides, it would have been impossible to cut anything with just one hand. Finally I found one plaster that I did stick to the finger. I had to get a new one about two hours later, but now the cut has settled. Finally. Thank god I´m not one of those people who faint when they see blood. I did sit on the toilet floor for a while, since the incident made me feel a little light-headed. All is well now though. It was just so funny. My family seems to have a thing for finger accidents. Remember when I told my dad hit his finger with an axe? It was his ringfinger, left. Today I cut my ringfinger, right. I didn´t get stiches and believe that this is going to be fine in a couple of days.

The pizza was delicious. After I removed a very bloody looking pineapple slice out of it.

This action took about fifteen minutes of my day, so I´ve been doing other things too. Well, watching TV mostly. I know I´m ten years late on this one, but I finally decided to give The Sopranos a chance and watched the pilot. I don´t hate it, but I´m not in love with it either. Yet, at least. Actually, I think it´s better to start with it now than when I was something like eleven. I might get it better now, if you know what I mean. Like Six Feet Under. I love the show, but I was pretty young when it premiered here and I know I have missed things because of that. But if the rumours about its´ rerun are real, then I can´t wait.

Other show I´ve spend my hours on today was Holocaust. YLE Teema showed the first part yesterday and I recorded it. The name pretty much tells what it´s about. First episode was a bit over two hours, but it´s worth it. This show has been highly appraised and I understand why it´s on Teema. Shame that most people are going to miss or just aren´t interested. They should.

I´ve got entertainment for the rest of the evening, I happened to find a stream of Spain - Bosnia-Herzegovina, but as my Spanish still sucks, I can only understand the names. Like I´m going to let that bother me. And you can guess what people are singing... Now it´s stuck in my head for days. Again.
What is totally odd, is that France is taking a beat from Austria. 2-1 right now. Anything can happen. I´m having fun with this. More later.

//WTF was once again my first comment. Austria-France 3-1. Never saw that coming. Italy barely won Cyprus, final result was 1-2. Romania´s 3-0 loss to Lithuania wasn´t that expected either. Otherwise nothing special. Spain - Bosnia-Herzegovina 1-0, by Villa´s rather Torres-esque goal. The Euro final -esque goal. Not a great game, but entertaining, though BIH didn´t really stand a chance. It was just odd, Ramos was playing a position that would have made me mistaken him for a almost attacking midfielder, if I hadn´t known better. Oh, apparently in Spain Fabregas still goes by his first name, which is somewhat disturbing. And I will never read comments again, because they remind me of what I have once said in the late hours. Or early hours. About certain people. Or person... Thank you.

IWFT