On the fritz

I don't like peanut butter straight from the jar. I used to, but now I don't. In fact, the only kind of peanut butter that I actually like (besides the peanut butter that they put in candy) is the reduced fat kind. And just let the records show that I know that the reduced fat kind isn't any better for me than its full-fat cousin, it just tastes better.

I woke up this morning with a nearly immobile right index finger. I don't know what's wrong with it because I'm 99% sure that I didn't do a single thing to irritate it, but it's been throbbing and aching all day. It's always hard for me to recognize hand-swelling since mine are naturally so chubby, but I just checked and I think I see a bump on my knuckle where a bump shouldn't be. Oh bother.

I want to read more. I want to start going to bed before 1:30 every night (morning?). I want to buy Sleepless in Seattle and National Treasure. I also want to get a new pair of tennis shoes and a subscription to Netflix. I do not, however, want to have a sprained/broken index finger, but it seems that I might have acquired one while I was sleeping last night.