Two more tests today. I'm dying. 5 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours.

When I was about 5, my dad took my two sisters skiing, but I was too young. It pissed me off.

So I stood on two paint cans and put the handles over my feet like straps, and used two dowel rods as ski poles.

Slipped off, and stabbed the dowel rod into the corner of my eye, 0.25" away from my eyeball, and the rod went about a half of an inch deep.

Pretty lucky I don't have a glass eyeball now.