Friday, May 4, 2012
Day 2 - Forgive the Hand
I've spent a couple of days feeling really mad at my broken hand-bone for not healing quicker. Then I woke up today and thought - Wait, *I* was the one who broke it. My fingerbone was just minding its own business when I slammed it into that rock. So I decided not only to forgive but to show my hand how happy I am to be attached to it. I was in the middle of this challenging synopsis, tearing my hair out a little (Mike later helped me fix it) when I thought fuck it and went and got myself the fanciest manicure I could think of, shellac french, and a pedicure for good measure. Sitting in the chair, I thought all kinds of peaceful healing thoughts. That was a couple hours and a few bucks well spent.