Tuesday, August 05, 2003

Sometimes, especially, maybe only, when I'm trying to clear tables, or load up the dish racks at work, I with I had bigger hands. I don't remember ever really wanting anyting else bigger or smaller, other than fleeting feelings of manly insecurity over height. Weight. Length. But bigger hands, now, that would be something I could get wrapped around more things, juggle four or five glasses at a time. Pick up a basketball. Although, I found frequently in rugby that my small fingers were ideal for getting into a ruck or a maul and stripping the ball without having anything broken. 8:13:39 AM