I am sporting a huge-assed wad o’ band-aids (sticking plasters, for y’all UKoGBaNI-ians) on my left ring finger, onna counta I was attacked by a vicious file folder. Ouch! Many foul words were uttered and much hopping around was performed. I narrowly escaped having to fill out an on-the-job accident report. No, I am not making that up. The mind, it doth wobble. But, anyway, this is all by way of complaining that I am now severely handicapped in my typing.
This day can only get better, right?
red paper boat 