It’s Tuesday afternoon and I am typing slowly. I have a tiny cyst in my right hand near the knuckle on my middle finger. When I flex my hand you can see it as a tiny bump, it’s gross looking but it’s nothing serious … until I aggravate it and well, that’s when my arm feels like I broke it. I somehow aggravated it last night and I’ve sent the last 24 hours or so not being happy at all.
My close friends know that this is the week everything changes anyway, so I wasn’t going to be in a good mood, but this, on top of that, has me seeing red and I’m not going to be my normal happy self for a bit. I will get better, I don’t want to talk about it, and if I’m not myself, deal with it I’ll be fine again in a bit. I’m irritated and just not in a good mood right now. So that’s your warning.
On that note I’m going to go do the one thing that doesn’t hurt to do now — go read Star Wars Episode 2 the novel.
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