intervention not necessary.

i cut myself the other day.

a full engineer's plan set sliced me right at the wrist.
{100 - 11" x 17" pages. ouch.}
a paper cut in the worst way.

i bled all over.
and it stung like a mother.

and now it looks like i tried taking my life with the classic slitting-of-the-wrist technique.

maybe you can't see them.
but, i assure you, i took one for the team in the name of loving my job.

so next time you drive down 500 south in woods cross and curse at the road construction {maybe you'll even call the construction hotline flashing across the big black sign to yell at (me) on the other end of the line}, remember - i cursed at it first.