*hides a little, from the derisive scorn of those who know my ability to get lost in a brown paper bag*
But, home I did manage to get, and so here am I and there you are, reading this. Everybody is OMGSOFUCKINGHOT, and don't let them tell you any different. *nods decisively* Now, I must ice myself and rest. And possibly write porn, in order to legitimize the possibility that I might be getting carpel-tunnel.
If I'm gonna have something wrong with my wrist, dammit, it's going to be for the right reasons. Like -- porn.