Perhaps I didn't even notice that I had come to this land. The day before yesterday, that is, the 14th Friday, I found my father in the small toilet do not know what to do with the box cutter. I knew that holding my breath in the water was no longer satisfying. So I took my father's box knife (which I had pulled out from under a broken, miniature wooden door arrangement), but I was too timid to actually cut the blade into my arm, so I just had a good time with it.
        Because I had learned the violin when I was a child, I used to have calluses on my fingertips, which were not easy to be cut. So I scratched on my fingertips. As it turned out, I could not break them. Bored, I whittle my nails with the blade between my forefinger and thumb. It's just a thin piece of it, and it doesn't do me any harm.
        What I didn't realize was that I'd cut the tip of my index finger, probably because I had pinched it so tightly with my thumb. There was no sweat and it didn't hurt, but n

ow my hand is hurting again.
        There wasn't much blood, either, and I squeezed hard, or there wouldn't have been any. I licked the blood off my fingertip with my tongue. There was a smell of iron, but it could also have been the smell of the blade mixed with the blood.
       No more pain, so also did not care, I continue to play, and accidentally, I left thumb cut, but also no pain, so I still did not care.
        Obediently finished C++ fourth recitation class, about 5:30 p.m., I took a break, waiting for the next class.
At nine o 'clock in the evening after class, I began to write the toefl writing homework, because my father was out to have dinner with others, so I did not come back, so I have been writing two articles, 2*290 words, in fact, not bad, until 12 o 'clock
        Saturday is another toefl day.
Well, I went from 0:24 to 1:04 and then mom came home, and I went to sleep, and it's 9:32.