our lives in small town, East Africa

Friday, June 10, 2005

shameless plea for pity

I think I broke my right index finger playing basketball Wednesday night. It's very big, very blue and very painful.

I jammed it at the beginning of the first game and then kept playing. Of course, a few minutes later I stuck my hand out again to block a bullet pass and that was it. Since my Mom's 3,000 miles away, I'll have to settle for some good Internet vibes from ya'll.

Juma's scared of my finger.

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