Ow, finger.

Hurt my...ulnar nerve at work yesterday. Four 38 lb bins of cat litter = oops. My pinky is in pain and is not fond of typing despite my not using it much, maybe it just moves my hand back and forth for this.

So, Derek's back again. He actually just...let me know, he believes he's bipolar. I kinda figured it, but compared to how shut off about himself he had been in the past, it's a major step forward. If I really go to the University of Buffalo this fall...sigh, it'll have been too long. I want to meet him...

Spoke to the dumbass on the phone last night. He would randomly yell profane amusements at bad drivers and I apparently got chucked more than once due to cops being near. Hey, I didn't know he was driving until he told me! Oh well. I wasn't about to give up a chance to hear his voice. I missed him so much...

Yeah, my nerve is pinching as I type. I should stop. OW.