I got a bleb.

...or a vesicle. Or, an "over-eager pliers bite." As in, pliers: 1, daniel: 0. Serves me right for not using the correct tool for the job; that would've been the "security screwdriver" which was one floor and one building away. Anyway, it hurt, now it doesn't, but it sort of put a crimp damper on my afternoon.

Right now I think I'm going to go lie down in a dark room and listen to music, because mah head hurts a bit too.

Whine, whine.

Putting things in perspective, at least my computer didn't die overnight, like a certain [edit: computer of] someone I know; and also, I wasn't nearly squashed by a car-transport dropping a MPV right in front of one's own car (on Fairway Ave., I think) as happened to the wife of a friend, today. (She's fine; she swerved into the oncoming lane, which happened to be clear.) Yikes.