Writing’s going to be a bitch for the next few days. Or at least, typing is. A few hours ago my friends and I were returning from a late night visit to Wal-Mart. And as per habit, I stuck my hand out the window on the way home, to hold onto the roof of the car. All of a sudden, from her seat on the driver’s side, my friend decided to close my window for me. Let’s just say I didn’t move fast enough, and now I have three aching fingers. Well played cosmic forces, well played.