Hand Hurts

I must be a glutton for punishment. I've just finished writing my draft for my American Foreign Policy paper, I've been marking papers, writing other stuff, you name it. My right hand feels like it's about to fall off, and it's only Friday. By the time Monday rolls around it will be dead. It will be an ex-hand. Deceased. Done-fer. Finito.
On the bright side, I'm heading into the final week of classes and I'm seemingly ahead of the game. This makes me happy, and why worry when I've got a left hand too right? Left. Whatever.