So, coming on top of an already shitful week, it appears that my hands are definitively fucked. I'm sorry, I'll stop with the profanity now, but GRRR ARGH. Probably it's because of the four-concert three-paper Brandy Week, or possibly, since it didn't show up until a few days after that, it's because I tend to sleep half on top of my arms and one
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blort! (there's another one)
Seriously, if I can hit the halfway point on my essay tonight from point 0, so can you. You're better at this than I am.
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I think it's time for an Aoxomoxoa reference to handness, but I'm not sure how it would work. You should find Zen and it'll go away? But how bad is it - does it hurt to type, for example? :(
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I may have sort of found my essay Zen, finally. I'm not sure where it was last week...
I can't really tell what hurts right now, because my cramps woke me up at 7 this morning (grargh), so I am all doped up on extra-strength Advil to the extent that I don't know what's happening. (After that I slept until noon. Whoops.)
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