sick

My hands are so dry. They're cracking, pretty nastily. It looks like I've been cutting myself.

I have to stop washing my hands so much. Easier said.

My hand-bound book is nearly finished. I'm about to paste the edges in a few minutes, then I have to let it dry overnight. Tomorrow I'll paste the endpapers, more overnight drying, and it's done. Then in the mail, to the girl who currently isn't speaking to me, because I said some things she didn't want to hear, but which were the truth.

Such is life.

Ok...off to the craftwork.