This is pretty much how I feel today. I am sleep-deprived and zombie-like and my wrist is killing me. Ugh.
When I was drawing this I realized that I actually like drawing hands. A few years ago I would avoid them at all costs. But during my sophomore year my figure anatomy teacher assigned us a semester-long project wherein we had to keep a sketchbook and draw 100 hands. People grumbled a lot, because hands? Are a bitch. But as time goes on I see that it was actually very helpful. I'm not at all afraid of hands anymore. They're actually fun now.