Early Sunsets

I've got a giant box of faux fur in my room staring me down and a brand new sewing machine sitting idle under my desk, but I can't do anything with them because my thumb is still fucked. I hate that there's so much I should be doing, but not much that I actually can do. I wish the human body could heal faster.

At least my thumb has healed enough to the point where I can type with minimal pain, albeit a bit slower. It's also finally stopped oozing blood.