Friday - 4 January 2013
I woke up with a sore wrist. I think I slept on it or something. My left wrist is so sore I can't turn my hand over - palm up to palm down. It feels like something is grinding in there too. Inflamed joints really suck, especially when I was hoping to blog like a demon today. The end of the backlog is beginning to feel an awful lot like the horizon - an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.
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I woke up with a sore wrist. I think I slept on it or something. My left wrist is so sore I can't turn my hand over - palm up to palm down. It feels like something is grinding in there too. Inflamed joints really suck, especially when I was hoping to blog like a demon today. The end of the backlog is beginning to feel an awful lot like the horizon - an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.
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