I havn't seen you because you havn't seen me

I think if I were to relate the past few weeks in even the most clinical of terms it would appear overly melodramatic. You probably just wouldn't believe me. Plus this would start sounding like a random Livejournal and no one wants that for non-voyeuristic reasons. On a tangent note off of that, I still do have a growing list of random Blogs and Livejournals that I read on occasion for purely voyeuristic reasons. I'm not going to hide it, I like knowing peoples' secrets.

One of the things that I would most certainly have written about, had I been capable of really writing at the time, would have been the injury of my hand. I broke some pottery at work and cut open the webbing on my right hand when I went to pick it up. I felt like I was going to be fine, but my boss made me go and get stitches (the first in my life) which would up being more painful and irritating over the following days than just the wound would have been. I also have a stack of paperwork to fill out if I want to get paid for the days I couldn't work because the stitches made my hand all bruised and swollen. (Yes, I do intend on blaming most things on the stitches rather than the injury as I did almost the exact same thing to my left hand a year ago, only with a knife.)

One of the other reasons that I'll give you, one of the non-melodramatic reasons, would be the arrival of finals time and also the purchase of World of Warcraft. It has been absorbing large quantities of my time, but seeing as I'm not sleeping well and my lung infection is returning due to the cold (danggit, some of the melodrama still slipped in) I've got plenty of free time that would otherwise be spent wishing I were dead-ish.

That's the update. I also caught about 15 minutes of Lost and wished upon many wishes that I'd seen it from the beginning. Oh well, I'll get it on DVD right after I get around to buying Firefly.