Look Mom, I can type with two hands!

FREEDOM. Sweet, sweet freedom. Today, at exactly 1:03pm my incarceration by cast ended. Now I can type with two hands so all you typing wunderkinds better beware of my speed typing. The month of cast time may seem like nothing but I had to type three Friant essays and ten gender studies journals mano y nada. The downside is that my free hand is so angry at me for hurting and imprisoning it that it has decided to punish me. How can a hand punish its owner? Just look at it and see the dead skin peeling and falling off--not unlike the hair off a prematurely balding man's head.