Broken hand is broken.

It started when I finished Some Little Girls, and Josh ran out for champagne. I was tipsy, and a song I did in a dance recital as a kid came on my iPod.

“I remember the steps. Not only that, I can still do them!” So I did. “See, honey? Twenty years later, I’m none the worse for wear.”

It was great until the part when I landed from a leap and flung my body forward, hands dragging across the floor. My hand hit a bit too hard, fracturing a bone by my thumb.

Um, yeah. Apparently, I am the worse for wear.

Anyway, one-handed typing is tedious. I’ll update when I can.

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  1. on 23 May 2011 at 4:13 pmmad4hugh

    Oh, you poor thing! Hope it’s feeling better soon and those bones mend real fast!


  2. on 25 May 2011 at 11:33 pmysl

    I hope you get well soon.


  3. on 27 May 2011 at 11:06 amIreth

    Oh no! I hope your hand heals fast.
    Get well soon!
    x x x


  4. on 12 Jun 2011 at 10:00 pmRandy

    Just reading now about your broken hand, I hope you are feeling better.