Ah, the beautiful and painful transition to fall!

Y’all.

My hands. MY FUCKING HANDS HURT. I genuinely don’t remember the last time my hands hurt this much.

I know fall hurts. It hurts every year, although it’s better now that I’m [at least somewhat] managing my pain.

This is insane. Typing actually helps, oddly. I feel like I tried to knit an afghan that could cover the Statue of Liberty.

The upside is that it’s completely taken away my awareness of any other pain!

Stupid fucking weather. Stupid fucking hands.