With this eczema, I think I might know how The Incredible Hulk feels when he hulks out and grows in size - or at least his shirt. I want to say pants because it’s funnier, but his pants never seem to burst.

My eczema is mostly on the knuckles of my right hand, and when it flares up badly, I can feel my skin stretch tight over them. And by feel, I mean pain. I feel like if I grip a pen too tightly, my hand will explode right out of its skin.

A funnier take on this whole pain thing though, my hands can look somethin’ awful bad with splits and cuts, and a general redness on the affected area. It’s as if I could start some shit with some toughs and they’d take one look at my hands and back off. “No way man, you’re a bare-knuckle boxer. No pussy’s hands look like that, and I’m not risking getting my ass kicked over this. We out. Peace.”

This story highlights what a dork I am and the way I think tough guys talk. Also I called them toughs.

Late.

Turkish: Well, do you want to do it?
Mickey: That depends.
Turkish: On what?
Mickey: On you buying this caravan. Not the rouge one, the rose.
Turkish: It’s not the same caravan.
Mickey: It’s not the same fight.
Turkish: It’s twice the fucking size of the last one.
Mickey: Turkish, the fight is twice the size. And me ma still needs a caravan. I like to look after me ma. It’s a fair deal. Take it.

I’ve managed to survive another solar rotation. I demand you celebrate my amazing accomplishment of staying alive! I don’t gotta do nuthin’ today… except take a physics test. Bah.

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

‘Tis the season to bulk up like a body-builder. My weights of choice are tons and tons of shopping bags. I am the best purse Ame has ever had! She just loads me up with whatever she’s bought and moves on to the next store. We don’t shop like this, except very rarely, so my spindly little arms are getting quite a workout.

We went to the mall recently, and the bags were digging in to my hands quite spectacularly. When the round of shopping was done and we reached the car to unload, my arm and shoulder were pretty sore. The next day, my wrist was feeling the pain. Carpal Tunnel! Carpal Tunnel!

“What’s in the box?”
“PAIN”

I, uh… kinda exploded for awhile. I think I’ve duct taped all the pieces together. Regular weekday updates forthcoming.

No, Mom. I didn’t really explode.

And this isn’t a bad thing, no, really! As you know, I work Friday through Monday, but the office is suffering some emergency maintenance issues. The space is flooded and inoperable, so no one can really do anything until the mess is cleaned up. The best part is I’m getting paid for the time.

Of course, there’s always bad news, and it’s really my own fault. I’ve been playing Mother 3 during my downtime at work; it really helps kill the time, and it’s a great game to boot. Every night before I left  work for home, I’d make a backup of my EEPROM (save-game file) just so I could have the option of continuing the game at home. This past Friday came and went, I worked, I played Mother 3, but it was the only night that I didn’t make a backup. I was at the final final final boss of the game when I it was time  to leave, and guess what I didn’t do? That’s right. No backup of the save-game.

Now I’m all freaking out (not really, it’s just a game) that my progress since my last backup (a significant amount!) could be lost. What if the hard drive on my desktop computer at work was affected? There are any number of scenarios that could warrant either a hard drive replacement or wiping it out and restoring it fresh! I’m sure I’m just being paranoid, and the file is fine, but the chance is there.

So, take the good with the bad though. Ame and I have really enjoyed these days off.