Nails

All my fingernails are breaking today.

My fingernails are terrible. Brittle, weak. They break easily. Especially when I’m engaged in hard labor.

Is this hard labor? Probably not. I’ve probably never done actual hard labor in my life. That’s got to be, like, heavy construction, logging, stuff like that.

As usual, my oatmeal is burning my tongue because my impulse control is poor and I can’t wait the two minutes it takes to cool. What? It’s not annoying at all! It’s charming.

Shut up, you like it.

It’s been rather slow, and I’ve had about 300 bathroom trips from all the water I’m drinking. Nevertheless, I remain in a very good mood.

The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day.

Two more hours until peanut butter cup perfection…all two sips of it. It’s okay, that’s all I really need.

Can’t think of anything else I can share with any evasiveness. Have a nice afternoon, talk at bus time ❤️ ⭐️