As a freshman in high school, we read A Separate Peace. One of the few lessons I learned from that book is that separate is spelled with one E and two A’s. Pretty sure everyone in the class fucked that one up on the essay despite it being open book (yeah, I know…). Nobody got higher than a B+.
It’s been one of those days. Sliced my finger on a can top. First time ever. Growing up, I was always told that they’re so sharp, but it never happened. I’m trying to clean the kitchen tonight, and oops. Maybe it’ll leave a cool scar. I could use a few more scars… I’m a glutton for pain.