Dontcha hate it

when you have something all planned to write, but then you forget what that was?

It was so profound, too. Solved all of the world’s problems. Not. It was probably something lame. So I’ll replace it with something equally lame.

I realized tonight that you move your hands differently when you have nails. Your fingers feel differently, you hold and open things differently. Even typing is different, because I have to place my fingers differently on the keys to avoid banging the nails on the other keys. Unfortunately, I keep playing with the nails so I imagine they’ll get soft or break, and then I’ll have to tie my hands down to keep myself from biting them.