Well, one and a half really. I did something nasty to my little finger last night and now it hurts a lot. It feels as if, if only I could manipulate it and get something that's out of place back in place, it would be ok but no amount of wiggling is helping.
I've strapped up my hand to stop me using it when I type because that's when it hurts most. It's strange, I had no idea how much I used my right little figure when I typed, but now that I can't I've discovered that I use it all the time.
I hope this isn't the start of RSI.
I never thought that Elliott Smith committed suicide. I never blogged about it at the time. I wanted to, but it was just too upsetting, particularly when the coroner's report came out on Smoking Gun. I still don't believe he committed suicide. I'm not alone in this.
The inimitable and really quite wonderful Hugh over at gapingvoid has done me a hire ad:
In return, I would like to say that you should go and buy blogcards right now, and when you've done that you should go and buy Hugh's originals.
I am not saying this in order to obtain a promise of sex from Hugh. I think that particular task can be crossed right off the 'to do' list.
Btw, if you are interested in hiring me, please take a look at my portfolio. Or email me.
