Fingers and cars

Well yesterday I learned you should keep your fingers away from car doors. Especially when someone with good intentions is sitting inside and closies the door, my fingers included.
It hurts like hell. So down to the doctor it was, in the mean while keeping my fingers cold with frozen fries. According to the doctor my nails could fall off or the skin might tear because the swelling got too big. I think that was enough guild for the boy who did it.
Well neither of those things happened. I couldn't go to work today, but that was all.
My co-workers called where I was and I explained. All I got from it are two tiny holes in my nails where the doctor poured out the blood to relieve the pressure, and two ink colored fingers.
Well I can live with that :)

Philosophy

Philosophy will always be a part of science of which the philosophers will always be afraid they will be recognized as frauds. At least I am.
For me it is completely imaginable that during my graduation I will fail at what I am doing and people will recognize I haven't got the slightest idea of what it is I claim to know.
Instead of this driving me to work incredibly hard, it paralizes me and I feel like a headless chicken. Maybe I am a perfectionist, but it is hard to deliver when you don't know what to deliver.
I will never ever graduate in philosophy again, I guess hell couldn't be any worse.