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whathoMy hands are ruined. I was good to them all winter and moisturised them daily without anyone's having to yell 'MOISTURISE' at me and protected them all through the snow and the brimstone and that, and the temperature dropped slightly yesterday and now they're ruined. They've lost cohesion at the knuckles. I can't moisturise them because you're not supposed to put moisturiser on OPEN WOUNDS. Tiny open wounds. I'm being melodramatic. But I don't know what to do with them mostly beyond setting fire to myself and starting again from scratch. I shan't do that.
(I saw an episode of TNG yesterday in which Picard spent a horrible amount of time wearing tiny satin shorts and claiming not to love Riker. He claimed not to love Riker in a deeply loving way, so that was fine. But the shorts were less than fine.)
The other thing I ought to do is write out my to-do list but it's so dauntingly massive that I'm going to wait till I've done it instead, and then I'll write it down. It shan't be so scary that way.
(I saw an episode of TNG yesterday in which Picard spent a horrible amount of time wearing tiny satin shorts and claiming not to love Riker. He claimed not to love Riker in a deeply loving way, so that was fine. But the shorts were less than fine.)
The other thing I ought to do is write out my to-do list but it's so dauntingly massive that I'm going to wait till I've done it instead, and then I'll write it down. It shan't be so scary that way.
