Despite my bitching last night, incidentally, I'm not seriously injured. Some raw and complaining skin down my side, but that'd semi-recovered already by this morning, so apparently I am just a wimp.

Good to know, I guess.

One-handed typing's both harder and easier than it sounds.

I seriously need sleep, I think.

Also. I've been hoarding a long drawn-out easy coding/donkeywork task and was expecting to spend most of the afternoon on it, but I finished it before lunch. *emotes 0.o frantically, though one of hir eyes is usually wider than the other anyway, so the effect is lost*

What on earth am I gonna do for the rest of the day? I should've dawdled! Now I'll have to try to make our prayer calculator accept arbitrary latitude and longitude! (Most interesting thing on my to-do list at first glance, anyway... since it'll require me to pick through Perl, about which I know approx. three jots of nothing.)

Offwhite City's dialect decided it wanted consonant harmonies. It decided this last night when I really just wanted to go to bed, not grab my notebook. I double-despair.

Now off to blenderise some powder. The stiffness and clunking in my right thumb is already improving since I started using my left instead, so looks like I was correct in my suspicion that it was the violently humming little stick blender causing it.

(One of the things about having insufficiently diverged manual laterality, not to mention low dexterity, is that you can retrain yourself to brush teeth/spread marmelade/etc to the same standard with your other hand within days. Writing's harder, but I go through the odd whimsy for practising that with my left too. In the event I lost my right, I'd be back to my current cramped and painful scrawling technique within weeks. Note, not an invitation.)