I’ve never fantasized about anything more than...

...my arm. More precisely, I dream of my left arm. After breaking my radial head 4 weeks ago I've been sporting a soft cast. Despite the "ooo's" of pity from women, and their offers to come over to my apartment and help me (and believe me, I took advantage), breaking an arm sucks. I mean, it just hangs there! Incapable of doing anything! I passed my crippled time fantasizing about living a two-armed lifestyle.

Oh, but fictional fantasizes have become...um... non-fictional realities? That's not right, but you get the idea. I'm biarmed once again.