A certified moron

I am a moron. There is no doubt about it.

Firstly, I got home on Saturday night. Was a big night out. Big. Mandaly music is OK, but the room is small, narrow and over heated.
When I got home, I was hungry, so I took out some Salami stuff. Big knife, BIGGER salami.
I sliced my finger AGAIN. Same finger and everything.
A bit sore. An ugly knife. Bad quality, so my the cut is quite jagged. And it hurts, a lot.

Secondly- I've finished watching all of Grey's Anatomy, Season 3. I got or the DVDs in Thailand. Last week I saw episode 12, the last one.......or so I thought! Season 2 had 27 episodes! There are soooo many more I need to see!
The feeling of being complete- I'm ahead, everyone else is a slave to their television and I've ticked that To Do off my list. Now, NOW, I'm back to the drawing board and it sucks.
If anyone goes to Thailand, i wanna know. I need to get the rest of Grey's on DVD. I shall pay you.

I also think Indian Mynas are "Little crows" (and I thought it was spelt Minor)
It's not like anyone I know actually knows what they are called. To me they look like crows, just little versions, so they are little crows. A no brainer really. So when I commented on the cute "Little crow" I got laughed all the way into certified moron-ness.

I can't attribute it to the magazines, because I stopped reading them when I got back form Thailand, they rot my brain. And after I dropped 5 IQ points, had blackouts, it was time to let it all go.

Now I don't mind this moronic behaviour that much- it gets laughs. I just want to stop injuring myself.