Last Friday I was using a toaster oven to make my lunch. It's old-school and has a metal tray. I didn't have an actual oven-mitt, so I found the biggest potholder I could. It wasn't big enough, because I ended up burning my right thumb fairly damn badly. I'm looking at it now, and it's still a bit ugly.
Last night I was going to do some laundry. I don't have my own washer/dryer, so I have to hop down to the mini-laundromat at the end of the block. Oddly enough for a Wednesday night, all the machines were taken. Well, except the broken one. So I toted my stuff back, and walking up my stairs, I scraped up guess which hand on the wall. (It's a rough wall on the right.)
Yeah, cry more. Given my hand was already unhappy, it actually hurt a fair bit. Fortunately, since Co-Writer was wonderful and got me this page early, I didn't hafta worry about drawing. So I sat down to do some hand-sewing and stabbed my thumb. Right where it'd been burned last week.
Feh.
It's not like I can't draw. It's just getting about as ridiculous as, say, having something come up at the last minute every weekend for six weeks in a row. Which leads me to believe that the curse has moved. Now, if it'll stay put for a few days, it'll be good for both of us.
If you have been, shhhhh!
'Don't use your crazy moonspeak on me when I'm covered in ruffles!' by Kara
Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 9:55 AM
Well, this cosmic curse that Co-Writer has been suffering for the past month and a bit seems to have jumped to my drawing hand.
Also I may finally have my own evil hand.