my poor poor hands

i'd just like to say that my hands are the most worked out part of my body. this week alone is crazy. we have about a million assignments due and that means plentyyyyyyyyyy of typing. assignments aside, i drive and my tyres are down with the flat tyre syndrome, so my wheels are super heavy and i live in the western suburs so that pretty much equates to sore muscles every day.

my pain is aggravated by my dedication to household chores. i vacuum and mop two levels on my own, clean stacks of plates and utensils everyday, carry huge piles of dirty laundry up and down the stairs, wipe surfaces, etc. but that's not all, my friend. rosalind's in-class assignment was the last straw for me. today, i wrote a record of twelve pages worth of alphabets in three hours! i admit that i write with heavy and hard strokes so today's assignment left my right hand in a permanent state of agony.

i also have to pack for my trip back to indonesia as soon as possible but i don't see how that can be done given that typing this blog post alone is such a painful thing to do. that concludes my story of my hands and i hope you'll never be in a similar state as me now.