Ah, my hand is feeling much less painful and crunchy today, although I am still feeling incredibly stupid for picking up a frying pan that had spent 39 out of the last 40 minutes in a 400° oven, but then I've nearly done the same thing before -- since the overwhelming majority of the time, when I use a frying pan, I'm using it on top of the stove and the handle never really gets hot, my brain has trouble getting used to the idea that the handle can, indeed, get hot. So, ow, and duh. kmusky recommends Rachael Ray's trick of hanging a towel or something over the handle to remind yourself and make it a little more difficult to burn all the skin off you palm.

Yesterday my whole hand felt like it was on fire half the time, but last night I took a handful of ibuprofen and smeared my whole hand with antibiotic/topical pain relief goo and wrapped it up in gauze, and it didn't hurt all night, thankfully, and this morning when I woke up* it felt great, if a little too tight and shiny and faintly itchy.

Also yesterday I stopped on my way to work to buy first aid supplies but I had left my wallet at work the night before. Curses! So I had to take money from my change jar, and could only afford a tiny roll of gauze and the littlest tube of antibiotic ointment (although this is probably fine, because I never use that stuff before the expiration date).

I just watched an episode of Futurama, and it was so sad! Fry's poor dog! Waiting for him outside the pizzeria all sad until he died! Futurama is not supposed to be sad!

What else is going on? Everyone is in the foulest mood at work lately. Bad combinations of things not working and people not knowing how things work, and not being able to tell the difference between the two. Also, can we please move a little more quickly toward a paperless society? Because if I have to unjam or refill one more god damn printer I'm going to take a sledgehammer to something (probably the printer).




*at five, because someone in a certain third-floor apartment likes to set their EXTREMELY LOUD alarm clock for times that are much earlier than any time they really have any intention of waking up, and good lord, how can you just ignore that when it wakes me up in the room underneath?!?