Three days ago, The Bird bit my finger. Specifically, the uppermost part of the pad of the third finger of my right hand. It's a minor injury.
But now, I can't type. Every time that finger keys the board, there is a miniscule shooting pain in my finger. This is OK for ten minutes, but then after that I find myself wondering why I am feeling like killing everybody in the room. Of course, it's because I've experienced a couple of thousand small shooting pains by then.
In combination with the the Interlaced Spawn of the Workspace Devil Monitor with which I am still frying my brain since my laptop screen died, I am one micron from utterly postal.
Honestly. Am I really this pathetic? My illustrious academic career is being derailed by an overexcited parrot and a piece of office equipment.
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