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Kittens who...just...can't...stay...awake - this phenomenon is widely regarded as the cutest fucking thing in the universe. Scopitone using a hot-pink leash to help two cats befriend each other could only be a distance second, at best.

It feels really excellent to be back. Getting sucked into poverty and emofagginess was definitely a bad move on my part, and I apologize for letting it happen, but at least I can reconnect with you and all of the other awesome people this site has introduced me to. Reading back through a few of your journals, it sounds like life has been treating you fairly well (but if you'd care to elaborate upon or refute that assumption, by all means, please do). I am sorry to hear that you recently lost someone close to you; you have my condolences. The RSI thing sucks, too, but it sounds like most of your options have already been covered - see a doctor, chiropractor, acupuncturist, or other medical specialist if you can afford it, or if not, do some RSI-focused exercises until you find something that helps. A few good possibilities have already been offered, but because you may need to explore a bunch of them until you find one that works, here's one other contribution: crumpling newspaper. It sounds crazy, but an awesome kung fu master I know once told me it's his secret to bone-snappingly powerful forearms AND world-class classical guitar skills. Get a full sheet of newspaper, put one corner in your hand, use all five fingers to crumple the sheet into a tight wad, repeat to exhaustion. Supposedly this builds your forearm muscles and your manual dexterity better than the ancient martial arts practice of squeezing water out of long strips of cloth (even if it does get nasty newspaper ink all over your hands). The important part is that you get proactive and start exploring solutions until you find one that works for you - don't get all Western Medicine-y and just treat the symptoms. Feel better soon!

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