This is a test to see how well I can function typing with the left arm casted. I atretched the cast a bit this weekend I think, but I’m not sure that position does it any good because of the elbow cast I tend to try to twist the wrist to make up. Perhaps it’s time to learn something like one handed dvorak.

So I broke my Scaphoid in my left wrist on Thursday and got it casted on Friday. I still went camping on the Suaittle River with Point 83 over the weekend though. The arm wasn’t that sore, although I did keep taking ibuprofen. The rest of my body was pretty sore from all the muscles I was using to hold up my torso since I couldn’t do it with my arms.

I think it was about 60 miles all together, which gave me some relaxing time to enjoy the scenery, chat, and think. I’ve almost covinced myself that small talk can be interesting and nice, as long as the person you’re talking to is. Previously I amounted small talk to discussing the weather while awkwardly waiting for someone else to intervene. I’ve been thinking and practicing keeping my emotions in check and filtered. I know I usually tell people that they should feel free and comfortable being open with me, so that makes me a bit of a hypocrite. But overall I think the brutality of my own emotions affects those who haven’t grown accustomed to me too much, and perhaps may therefore be for the best.

I should be getting to work. Having one arm is no excuse for sitting around at home being emo.