The Sock Of Mystery
(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 15.678% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)
Why is my hand wrapped in a sock that stinks of liquid bandage and acetone? Why? Oh, the mystery!
I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see. Hint: It has to do with my girlfriend Bec. And a bit of sympathetic magick. (It works better if you put the “k” on the end.)