At 03:00 this morning, three hours into the new year, I slammed all ten of my fingers in the lift at work, and I shit you not; it hurt so bad I thought I was gonna faint. I gracefully smashed my hands, stood up, said
"now... that was... stupid" and had to get back down on the floor again, ready to throw up from the pain. The pressure on my skin, from the blood being forced out to my fingertips, made it burst and blood was kind of...
squirting. Might lose a nail or too, seeing as my fuckyoufinger on the right hand is purple/black. Luckily enough I work in a bar and after putting my hands in a bucket of ice water
(and my boss feeding me a couple of vodka shots) I started to feel a little better. But now, 9 hours later, it still hurts. Oh, it hurts.
I do so much with my fingers too! I brush my teeth, I write my blog
(am only using left hand now, which I believe makes this is the first post in this blog's history written one handed), I shampoo my hair, I wipe my arse...
I squeeze boobs.Oh, the life I live.

Happy New Year!