chaosmonkey

I'm up way too early on a Sunday morning. This is not right at all.

Guess where I went this weekend? Nowhere. My friends are either sick, or way out of town, or just don't bother to call me to do anything. I mean, just how often do I have something better to do? Maybe when my monthly shipment of comics comes, sure. Oh well.

My right wrist is sore. My fingers are cold. I hope it's just some recent strain and not actually carpal tunnel syndrome. I can't afford to lose a wrist; I don't have a girlfriend. Guess I'll be calling the doc tomorrow. Perhaps he'll also know why I've been sniffling and coughing the last bazillion weeks.

Zzzzz.