I swear, i’m not trying to be the most melodramatic person alive, but my wrists are achin’ folks, and my doctor asked me to minimize extraneous computer usage. I’m not choosing my job over you, except that I actually am, for this week.
Don’t feel too sorry for me. I’m picking up a second brace today for mitt number two. I just need to take care of the money makers. If only I had chosen exotic dancing for a career. Oh sure, I wouldn’t have made much in tips, but I would have found an audience eventually.
If you have to feel sorry for me, feel sorry for all the gray hair on my head. Now THAT is tragic.
Back very soon. Promise.