Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Maybe tomorrow

I woke up today determined to stop cracking my fingers, knuckles, whatever. I didn't have a dream about it or anything. I just thought that I should stop. That's just how I roll: I decide things when I wake up.

I didn't. A few hours later, it happened--I cracked my fingers; shoulders, feet, neck and toes altogether.

I've heard from people--the same people that say a lot of things, for some reason--that cracking your fingers will eventually cause some form of difficulty for your fingered future(s)--something to do with pain or big joints.

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