I scraped a chunk of flesh out of the main knuckle on my left middle finger, and scored two grooves out of the underside of my right arm (right where it rests on things like chair arms and tables) on unexpectedly pointy objects at work, and now they are iiiittttcchhyyyyyyyy with healing, the one on my arm in particular is driving me frantic with the itchy. >_< I have a bandaid over it so I can't really scratch. Rawrg.

This is what is occupying my mind instead of studying for my last, and most difficult, exam tomorrow afternoon. D: Stupid Active Health class, why must you be full of calculations for heart rate, and yet no calculators are allowed at the final exam? Arrrgh.

Four mice have been caught in the trap so far (one of them just had a foot in there, I released him far away outside and wished him luck in any place that is not my apartment). With the one Mercury caught that means there were at least five mice in our house. Hrm. I'm hoping that's all of them, I've seen no new signs since I cleaned everything yesterday, and now that I've removed every food source I could think of and sealed everything away, they should take the warming weather as a cue to go back outside anyway.

But I can't really work up to getting actually annoyed, it's a gorgeous day and there are chickadees taking turns at the window feeder (whenever Mercury isn't scaring the daylights out of them by leaping at the glass).