Slash

Crap! I've been on the same set of softball cleats for so long that some of the screws have been ground down into rivets... Changing them for the Giant Robot softball team's upcoming season, one was ground down beyond repair, and I hard to remove the cleat by wedging a screwdriver under it and working the piece back and forth until it started to tear. Anyone who knows how I'm always bumping into, dropping, and breaking things would be able to predict that I'd totally gash myself.

Now there's a gnarly bite out of one of my fingers, but I think it's okay. The full moon just ended, so I won't be turning into a cheap socket-set screwdriver tonight or wake up with screws in my mouth.

That last part sounded bad.