Zac was taking a nap and I was cutting up some new artwork with an x-acto knife. I was holding some cardstock down on a piece of paper and using it as a straight edge (not a good idea). I went really fast trying to get a clean cut on my paper only to find that I got a clean cut on my thumb. It started gushing out blood and so I yelled at Zac to help me. I went to the bathroom and tried washing the blood off and it just kept gushing out more and more, at this point it was all over my left arm. After about fifteen minutes or so it stopped, but it stung like crazy and the cut was halfway through the tip of my thumb, across the nail. When I had it under the water it was freaking me out because I could feel the pressure of the water moving my nail down. Zac called a taxi and we waited out on the steps for about 20 minutes. When we got to the hospital, I looked in my wallet for my ID and it was GONE. They said it was okay though because I had my insurance card on me. We sat in the emergency room for about 2 and a half hours. The doctor took out this HUGE ass needle and stabbed my thumb in different places with it to get it numb. (Still numb right now.) The needle felt really deep and when he took it out, some of the medicine squirted out of the hole. It was all gathered up and puckered where he had injected me. Gross. They cleaned it up and told me I should keep the nail on so it wouldn't grow back strange. They decided not to give me stitches and instead bonded the nail tighter to my thumb. So after that Zac and I had to walk home from the hospital because not a lot of buses were running at the time. It took about 30 minutes and I rushed into my apartment in the hopes of finding my ID. Unfortunately it wasn't there so I was even more angered since this was a really shitty day. I was going to post an ad on craigslist in the lost and found section thinking maybe that would help at least a little. When I went to confirm the post in my e-mail, I found that I had an e-mail from wells fargo, but not an ordinary one. It was of a banker I had met before and I'd taken his business card. Apprently, when my ID dropped out of my wallet, it dropped out with my MCAD ID, blockbuster card, and his business card so the person who found it dropped it off at the Wells Fargo!!! This would all be great news, but why does everything have to get so bad and disguise itself as being good in the end? So that was my day.