March 9th, 2006


All the way to St. Patrick's Day

Dealing with the tennis elbow has meant solving one awkward problem after another. Probably the easiest thing was switching my trackball at work to the left side of the keyboard so that I could use it left-handed; that's been a lot easier than I thought it would be since I've been using it "wrong" all along. Instead of resting my hand on it, I treat it more like a touchpad, using my fingers to twiddle the ball and tap the buttons, which is probably part of how I messed up that elbow tendon in the first place. Other things have been more difficult.

For example, it seems to me that the heavy doses of ibuprofen I've been taking are having a similar effect to the MSG/aspartame combo, except instead of making me spacy, I feel just as buzzed as if I'd had a couple of good beers (pre-diabetes) or a tall Budwesier (post-diabetes). This can't be good. I've caught myself drowsing a couple of times in the afternoon at work despite having loud & obnoxious bands like The Donnas on the headphones. Well, it's only for another week or so, and in the meantime I get ample opportunity to reflect on what it's like to be left-handed in a right-handed world.
  • Current Music
    Peter Gabriel - Here Comes The Flood

Worst. Engrish. Ever.

God forbid I should order anything off this menu. I'm not sure what's worse, the repeated use of Cowboy Leg as an ingredient or the horrifying Man Fruit, to say nothing of the dozens of other weird, horribly mistranslated dishes at this restaurant, whose name was mercifully omitted by the poster.