My Red Right Hand

These are the kittys I am baby sitting this weekend. They are mischeivous yet sweetly, cuddly.

Here is a poor quality photo of my hand, after I mangled it in a tragic rollerblading accident this morning. It hurts...to drive....to grasp...even holding a phone hurts like a bitch. My gear shifter on my car is bloody. Its not very big, just a very deep wound. And Johnsons hand size bandages don't stick very well. Fuckers.

I thought I had the bleeding under control by the time I had arrived at Walgreens to purchase bacitracin and bandages, when I sprung a leak at the cash register and the ol' hag working it freaked out. This was just after I witnessed her chase some black people out of the store because she thought they were stealin' shit. Old and senile. And probably fired. I suppose being a cash register jockey in a pharmacy could be rather exciting.

Anyhow, I had to call in sick to work today because...

• I can't hold anything
• I have an open wound
• Other peoples germs are gross

If anyone wants to help me pour martinis down my throat tonight, lemme know.