A freak accident occurred last week that has prevented me from writing as extensively as I am used to. Last Friday, I cut my hand on some glass. I wish I had a more masculine story such as saving a child from a hungry bear. But the truth of the matter is that I had my hand inside a glass and it broken in two cutting the side of my hand. I can write for small amounts of time, but to prevent the stitches from popping, I think it’s best to enjoy some R n’ R. I hope the picture is enough empirical evidence.
