Ow. Owowowowow.

For whatever reason, it hurts like the dickens to flex my left hand at ALL - the bone nearest the thumb and forefinger aches like I ran it over with a nail-studded car tire, and I can't make a fist without tearing up from the pain.

Damn, because I wanted to do some writing today on the computer, and right now I'm typing with my right hand and the middle, ring, and pinkie fingers of my left hand. I look sofa king we Todd ed. o.o



In other news, I have Harlequinne Cheezefest #2 sorta mapped out in my head and on paper. And an oil change that was only 2500 miles overdue. Ah well. It's done, finally.

And Shadie!!!!!! *bounce*

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Oh, Long Island Iced Teas are my new get-shitfaced drink of choice, because they don't taste at ALL like alcohol and they work damned fast. ^_^;