Ze pain!

A few days ago (i.e. last Thursday) I ended up bashing the end of my finger on a hockey stick and it _hurt_, so I’ve been reabilitating myself. I got something called “joint trauma” in which the brain freezes your finger up so you can’t bend it all the way. But to remedy this, I’ve been pushing it farther every day, and typing, a like so. I find the hardest letter to type is c. I can barely do it without moving my hand all the way over to the c key, rather than just bending my finger, but the more I type c’s, the easier it gets. Today I almost made a full fist. Go physiotherapy, eh? Self physiotherapy. And no, I can’t spell “physiotherapy.” Either way, me and Ben were at the local generic movie rental place, and we saw the movie with the worst title ever: “Deliberate Intent.” No seriously, deliberate intent? The hell? What other intent do I have? Accidental intent? I don’t think so. I’ve not actually watched the movie, so I can’t insult it much more than this, but dude. Lame ass title. I watched the movie “The Tailor of Panama” last night, and it was great. I’d link you to its’ IMDB page, but you can find it yourself. Seriously. Don’t be lazy, that’s my job.

–NobleArc

November 21, 2005 · Filed Under Journal

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