I continue to crumble, like an ancient statue.

My right hand is still in pain. It's not always problematic, but it's definitely always there, sometimes getting more pronounced due to the simplest actions. I take a container out of the fridge and wiind up yelping pain as my pinky gets locked into "fishhook" position that. I'm scheduled to get a steroid shot next Wednesday. That will be a joy, I'm sure.

Making matters more pitiful, I spent most of yesterday in an embarrassing state of misery after a trip to visit a former guppy poisoner. Walking around yesterday with a malconstructed hand, a sore jaw, throbbing head and thick, numb face, I looked pretty awful. On my best days, I kind of look like an unmade bed so we're talking walking catastrophe levels yesterday.

Also yesterday, I was in the midst of a conversation with loveinabasement and whitneyrhiannon when the former suggested that the devil would disapprove of some sort of partying we were talking about (it may have involved sacramental wine, I was pretty out of it at this point). I wasn't able to effectively present a counter-argument that the devil would be fine with any amount of partying for any reason. Instead, I'll let the devil speak for himself here in this forum:



Hopefully that clears things up.