I'm one arm away from being capable.

I broke my shit. I mean, I fractured the head of my left radius. And I'm sure you all know how I did it, so no need for explanation. 

I kind of feel like this, but it's all good. I'm learning to do things one handed. And sometimes I feel like a T-Rex. 

How you ever felt like the Black Sheep of your family? I do sometimes; however, I think I'm accepted and tolerated. My Dad, the other day, referred to me as the "artist one." 

"Hmm..." I thought. "Not so much, just eccentric Dad."

Anyway, I thought THAT was funny. 

I remember when I was sick, I would watch Nick Jr. Even till I was 13 or so. And I'd watch Jenny Jones and Jerry Springer into the wee hours of the night. 

Now, I watch cheesy horror movies for the same value and enjoyment. I kinda miss watching Nick Jr., but now it's just effing weird as balls. 

Wish me luck?