My shoulder's been feeling a lot better Friday. I attributed it to not having to do any pipetting, but when I carried about $20 worth of juice home from Fortinos today, I've realized that the pain was completely gone. I highly doubt the anti-inflammatories had much to do with it; it's been almost 3 weeks--half the time it would take to heal broken bone, and plenty of time for strains to die down.
Yet, clumsy me managed to smash my elbow into the headboard as I was trying to prop myself higher in bed while simultaneously balancing a laptop on my knees. It hit my funny bone, sending a numbing jolt down to my ring and pinky fingers, and I realized that the funny bone was actually the ulnar nerve. I might have learned it at some point in anatomy, but I can't recall if I actually have.
Well, now I know.
I hit my funny bone as I was editing my anthology (after 3 hours, it's still tingling). Sometimes I can really surprise myself with how well I can write/BS. One of my favourite poems in the anthology was literally the result of not having enough pages 72 hours before the deadline, and contains some pretty cool metaphors that only sleep-deprived me could come up with.
And then there's the matter of the acknowledgements section. It's about three pages long in the anthology (a small book format), and starts off with this gem:
I mean, I wrote it a month ago and I thought it was pretty brilliant at the time. I still think it is.
I've just put the order for my anthology in through LuLu; I plan on ordering 7 copies. 7 is a good number. One for Bob, one for myself, and one for whoever else wants one.
~~Spread the love~~, right?
