AAAAARRRGH!

[blamebrampton]

I have hurt my right arm. I had some Bowen therapy (a therapy that has wacky beliefs underlying it, but which seems to work nonetheless, like accupuncture) this afternoon, which has helped a bit, but not a lot. I have 10,000 words that were meant to be written tomorrow, and which are all in my head, but I can only type with my left hand. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGH!

I should take this as a sign to visit friends instead, but am sticking to my original plan and will instead be writing veeeeeeeeeerrrrrrry sloooooooowly.

In the meantime, minimal typing, so even though I will probably read your post, I'll probably not comment. Would you be so kind as to please choose the correct response from the following list:

* Yay!!
* Oh, I'm so sorry.
* Well said!
* OMG!
* Is that Tom Felton?
* That's because you're smarter than them.
* A paste of bicarbonate of soda.
* I find cats to be the best answer.
* Good manners are never out of fashion.
* It's not as though it's real cricket.
* Skandar!

Comments

[glass-violet.livejournal.com]

Yes, I is vair sneaky.
*nods*
Although, to be fair, treacle is in fact the secret identity, created to keep my other flist safe from the smut stop my other flist thinking I'm some sort of deranged pervert ;)

[tinofbeans.livejournal.com]

Forgot to ask where you would prefer to meet?

[pingrid.livejournal.com]

I haven't actually made a post, so I'm not entitled to a response, but I'll take "That's because you're smarter than them"

Ha! My thoughts exactly. :D

And you may have my share of the cricket commiseration/denial; hopefully a double helping will do some good. :)

[pingrid.livejournal.com]

Owie. Please treat the arm well so nothing chronic gets a chance to move in! *kisses it better*

Too late.

[wemyss.livejournal.com]

Thanks to Flintoff A and Broad S, we've already taken the Ashes a long way away. (Insert evil laugh.)