Tingles

My right index finger hurts; it tingles. So is my left index finger. And my left thumb. Yeah, the right thumb also. Well, both my hands are hurting. Pass me the TENS unit.

What will happen if I started to lose these precious hands (not really in the form of amputation or something, don't be so morbid)? What will I use when I eat? What? What? That's hard to contemplate. Enough with this finger.

This was somewhat an important week in reality TV: finales of both Amazing Race and Survivor, and we get to see who will bang heads in American Idol finale minus Chris Daughtry of course. He deserve to win but he is better off eliminated early than become commercialized or something. He has to rock, and winning the competition is not the proper ticket. So, who am I rooting for? I'd like a man to win, so Taylor Hicks and his spastic antics may well become the next American Idol. But Katherine McPhee is beautiful... let's end it there. Back to TAR, the hippies won in one exciting final showdown in the Roadblock (in a flag searching-total recalling challenge) against the toughest contender ever, the Frat Boys, who clarified they are college drop outs so naming them the Frat Boys does not make sense. I say at least you have a name, you're pooooopular. Onto Survivor, Aras (tongue-twister surname) won the whole exile brouhaha and may have become the youngest winner next to Amber. Or not. I am not really sure. Other than that, this week has been very painful for my hands.

And this is the lamest blog I have ever done. Others are just lamer.