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Ndeipi
I got offered a shift at work that was 4am nyd til 8pm. Really good money so I forwent a few good opportunities to celebrate and played it sensibly and arrived to work in a good state to work. Come 7pm and I'm feeling quite chuffed to have made it through and have the end in sight. Go to pick up a table with a very heavy base, give it full beans and I wrench the entire tabletop off the base straight into my own face, blood pissing everywhere, masc tradesmen types looking at me like 'dude go get that checked now that's horrific', walk to st.thomas hospital and I've put both of my top two teeth through my bottom lip and need stitching up immediately. It's 1mm away from the vermilion border (just learned that phrase tonight) which if it had crossed would have meant plastic surgery to correct. Have sufficiently self medicated and feeling a bit better but boy was I in a foul fucking mood earlier