| I hurt.
My entire right arm from the neck down. It hurts most on this tight ligament in the neck, the armpit, the elbowpit and my wrist.
It makes it hard to work, because I need to program and that hurts my wrist.
Owwww.
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| I burnt myself pretty badly yesterday. While making oatmeal. I'm feeling much better today, and in the future I will return to the use of the word "blistering" when describing how hot I like my oatmeal. I always thought that was just a figure of speech...
Anywho, I've got blisters that are quickly fading - one on my left palm, a number down the inside of my right leg, and a few on the top/inside of my right foot. And then I have the blister that wasn't even there until this morning, along pretty much the whole outside and top of my right pinky, where I instinctively pressed it against the bowl in order to try to keep it from falling. That kind of backfired, since the searing heat made me not drop but throw the bowl away, resulting in the oatmeal landing on the places where all my other blisters are. They all hurt at first, but they stopped before last night - whereas the pinky wound required ice all day and into the night to keep it from feeling like two miniature men were hammering red-hot chisels into my knuckles. It's better this morning though - still hurts a little, but I can even type with it, though it's better not to. But the whole finger seems to be blistering up, which is a little scary.
Things don't seem to be going very well with me health-wise. I had an incredibly disturbing dream on Tuesday morning that left me stressed out for the rest of the day (you would be too if they were amputating your finger in little slices with a pair of wirecutters), and I burned myself yesterday, and then this morning I woke up with a giant pile of snot in my throat, practically choking me - and of course once I cleared that out now I have a sore throat. Joy. Hopefully in this case bad luck will come in threes and I can have a pleasant enough trip to Tucson tomorrow...
That's all, folks.
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| I wish I could dance like Michael Jackson. I'd do it all the time, even without music. Just jerk my body around in that weird combination fluid-robotic way, twirl, tilt my hat - ooh, I want a hat - and snap my fingers, and just go to town. It's the weirdness that sells it, you know.
Dancing's actually a lot of fun when you don't have to do it around strangers. Dancing on tables is even more fun, when you have friends dancing on other tables too, and you're trying to dance to King Crimson's Discipline. Haha - good times, good times.
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| Ugh.
Worst time to get sick, EVER.
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